the breeze
scented with a hint
of spring ...
the face of a child refugee
wreathed in smiles
Ribbons, 14:2, Spring/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...