Sixty-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
a masked old man
raises a quivering hand
to his forehead
gravestones, row on row,
stretch to the horizon
PoemHunter, May 25 2020
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
written in response to ...