for Elvis Presley
loneliness
persists in its singing --
with a net of words
I catch the night,
nail it to the ceiling
Sketchbook, 6:3, May/June 2011
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...