only the sound
of crunching cereal ...
my old dog
sits beside me
on Christmas morning
jingle bell decals
on the restaurant window
I listen
to my timid voice,
a table for one
Skylark, 6:1, Summer 2018
A Room of My Own: Wooden Jesus Tanka
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slanted sunlight
reaches Wooden Jesus on the cross
I close my eyes
... yet nothing whatever emerges
in my mind or my heart
FYI: This tanka could be read as...