faint mist, gloomy clouds
sorrow surrounds the day
who can take a poem
beyond the Pacific
a calligraphy of geese
flies against the sky
Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 1
A Room of My Own: Parting Words Tanka
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so much of life
grows clearer with the years —
her parting words
yet grit like sand in my mouth
whenever I repeat them
*Added: *
newly divorced
I stare at...
