for ten years
we've shared a bed
now each night
we sleep back-to -back
without touching
newly divorced
I stare
at the moonlight
on the empty side
of my bed
Atlas Poetica, 30, 2017
A Room of My Own: River Trail Tanka
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*Starlight on the Gutter of Blossoms*, IV
silver moonlight
drips through weeping willow leaves
the river trail reeks
where a stray rips the throat
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