slipping
through the alley
between high-rises...
I wash my loneliness
with moonlight
A Hundred Gourds, 2:1, December 2012
A Room of My Own: Valley of Smoke Tanka
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*No More Fairy Tales*, XL
the morning sun
choked out by columns of black ...
car after car
driving through the valley of smoke
as tongues of fire leap behi...