Do you love me?
I love everyone
and no one ...
her last words like dust motes
hang in a slant of moonlight
Hedgerow, 49, Oct. 2 2015
A Room of My Own: July 4th Reflection Tanka
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not down in the gutter
or high in the cirrus clouds ...
at thirty
holding a cubicle job
I stare at the fireworks-lit sky
FYI: I was reminded of the followi...