we stand still
hands together
falling petals
a shadow
of that summer kiss
crescent moon
autumn dawn
the night that has passed
stays in me
first snow
on a blade of grass
her three words
July/August 2010 issue of Sketchbook
A Room of My Own: Penetrating Silence Tanka
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*Yellowing Memory*, I:
Father's long stare
and penetrating silence
before he walks away ...
under piles of my textbooks
a new copy of *Playboy*
FYI: *Yell...