The verdict blasts from the wall-mounted TV. The diners, mostly white, freeze, and the silence falls over the room. Suddenly, clapping, cheering, and yelling from waiters and the kitchen staff.
A Room of My Own: Drifting in White Ribbons Tanka
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*Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XLIII
written on Canada Day Eve
twilight mist
drifting in white ribbons
over the river ...
thoughts of staying or going
tangl...
