the slow spiral
of a wildflower
onto the water ...
as I whisper her name
my dream drifts away
Atlas Poetica, 36, 2019
A Room of My Own: Predawn Hush Tanka
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predawn hush ...
at the back of my mind
her words linger,
*I love you, but cannot livewith the ghosts of your past*
*Added*:
alone
I take a sleeping pill...