alone on the shore ...
the sound of winter winds
playing a foghorn
enters the mist
of my immigrant past
Atlas Poetica, 29, 2017
A Room of My Own: Sultry Smell Tanka
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the sultry smell
of grilled salmon and shrimp
our shoulders
close, closer to each other
and our wandering hearts, too
*Added:*
dappled trail
a summer bre...
