a few shared glances
by the motel ice machine ...
this sultry night
skin-to-skin and breath-by-breath
filling a hole in our world
The Bamboo Hut, Spring 2019
Poetic Musings: Night Airplane Tanka by Gerald St. Maur
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Just out of earshot,
the periodic blinking
of a night airplane,
not quite far enough away
to be as close as the stars
*The Tanka Anthology,* 2003
Gerald St...
