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
A Room of My Own: Stonehenge Tanka
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a full moon
between the sarsen stones
of Stonehenge
one silhouette ghosting
across the gravel path
*Added:*
a thrum of rain
on the old van skylight
in a...
