maple branches etch
the inky blue sky
stars seek
one another to bear witness
I set fire
to my murderer, pondering
teardrops on the cheek of time
Spring issue of Rust+Moth
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...
