winter sunlight
traversing row after row
of gravestones
a one-armed man speaks
to someone I cannot see
Ribbons, 16:1, Winter 2020
Poetic Musings: Cosmetics Tanka by Margaret Chula
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those half-used tubes
of her cosmetics
why did I keep them?
rubbing in face cream
I feel my mother’s bones
*Winter Deepens*, 2018
Margaret Chula
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