a wildflower
bends in the wake
of passing cars ...
under the white gaze
I ask myself, what am I?
Skylark, 6:1, Summer 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 ...
