a squirrel runs
up one tree, down another
up and down . . .
I murmur to myself
what do you want in life
Atlas Poetica, 38, 2019
A Room of My Own: Time Span Tanka
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in blossom rain
my pink-haired daughter laments,
*we'll all die one day...*
I reply, let's hope
the time span makes life unique
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