I shake the rake
over a pile of leaves ...
what's left
of my tangled thoughts
to emigrate
Ribbons, 15:3, Fall 2019
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 ...
