on our last night
she says in a low voice,
I'm engaged ...
I trip over the slabs
of winter moonlight
TSA Members' Anthology, 2015
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...