I confess my sins
like squeezing out the last bit
of toothpaste...
in the back of my mind
her cold smile lingers
Gusts, 17, Spring/Summer 2013
Poetic Musings: Shelter Tanka by Marion Alice Poirier
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under the shelter
of a weeping willow tree
she sleeps at last
on damp earth and newspapers --
a haven, for one night
*NeverEnding Story*, February 23, 2026
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