not seeing
we pass by each other
then disappear —
snow traces the weight
of each burden
Spring 2009 issue of Modern English Tanka
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
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in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
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