I live alone
locked in the ghostly past ...
the face in the mirror
as foreign to me
as a Mardi Gras mask
Gusts, 27, Spring/Summer2018
Poetic Musings: Shelter Tanka by Marion Alice Poirier
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under the shelter
of a weeping willow tree
she sleeps at last
on damp earth and newspapers --
a haven, for one night
*NeverEnding Story*, February 23, 2026
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