I stand alone
under the prairie sky
chewing on thoughts
ripple after ripple
of grass shadows
the scent of spring
tall grasses
bend to the moon's faint light
wending my way home
NeverEnding Story, Feb. 14, 2014
A Room of My Own: Gliding Kayaks Tanka
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(*Added*: *Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCCII: "peace and
pieces"
day to night to day
smoke columns climb without end
Israel wants peace:
p...
