the way home
choked with the weight
of wet snow
my dog and I sink
in our own thoughts
NeverEnding Story,January 27, 2018
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
from ...
