a young woman
alone at the ferry port
with a child
strapped on her back...
a sickle moon hangs low
The Tanka Journal, 41, 2012
Poetic Musings: Cosmetics Tanka by Margaret Chula
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those half-used tubes
of her cosmetics
why did I keep them?
rubbing in face cream
I feel my mother’s bones
*Winter Deepens*, 2018
Margaret Chula
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