I open windows
(another day no poem
written down,
only blocks of dead words)
and let the spring breeze in
Gusts, 20, Fall/Winter 2014
A Room of My Own: All the Feelings Tanka
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I was told
to hide all the feelings
once grown --
carrying this silver casket
I shed tears for her, and me
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my tanka ...
