Sixty-Third Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
the glint
of a butcher knife
lifted high ...
Delhi street kids stare
at pork dripping
PoemHunter, May 19 2020
Added: Sixty-Fourth Entry
a food bank lineup
curls around the street corner
the silence
of my friend looking at the ground
and me staring at the sky
PoemHunter, May 19 2020
A Room of My Own: All the Feelings Tanka
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I was told
to hide all the feelings
once grown --
carrying this silver casket
I shed tears for her, and me
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my tanka ...
