a few shared glances
by the motel ice machine ...
this sultry night
skin-to-skin and breath-by-breath
filling a hole in our world
The Bamboo Hut, Spring 2019
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
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in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
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