such humid heat
and not a word penned ...
my dog and I
stare at the emptiness
of this dull afternoon
Atlas Poetica, 40, 2020
A Room of My Own: Why Me Tanka
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I keep asking
*why me?* yet there's no rhythm
to this life,
its days like today scattered
by Fate among the rest
*Added:*
life is short
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