scattered shards
of winter moonlight . . .
the night grows darker
but not darker
than my thoughts
Atlas Poetica, 38, 2019
A Room of My Own: July 4th Reflection Tanka
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not down in the gutter
or high in the cirrus clouds ...
at thirty
holding a cubicle job
I stare at the fireworks-lit sky
FYI: I was reminded of the followi...
