a squirrel runs
up one tree, down another
up and down . . .
I murmur to myself
what do you want in life
Atlas Poetica, 38, 2019
A Room of My Own: American Daymare
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(Note: I expanded my "calls to change" tanka into a 3-tanka sequence,
American Daymare this morning)
*This Brave New World*, LXXIII
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