loneliness
runs through my body
like the thread
through Mother's needle --
my poems stitched with its color
Tanka Journal, 42, 2013
A Room of My Own: Drifting in White Ribbons Tanka
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*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XLIII
written on Canada Day Eve
twilight mist
drifting in white ribbons
over the river ...
thoughts of staying or going
tangl...
