hand-me-down shirts
with elbows worn thin
in dim twilight
each boy's gaze tracks the couple
past the orphanage gate
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this fresh morning
I wake alone to the world
of broken dreams ...
yet outside new leaves bud
from an oak stump
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alone
in California golden light
slanted through the room ...
I close my eyes, listening
to the child in my mind's corner
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I waved at her
beyond the departure gate
yet she didn’t turn ...
memories of her packed
into the folds of my mind
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across the sky
streaks of orange, pink, and violet ...
burning letters
I wrote to her years ago
but never sent
Added: Politics of Distraction, XV
"peace deal" news on mute—
fold after fold
of ceasefire-strike thoughts
into a thousand
rainbow origami cranes
FYI: This tanka is a sequel to mine below:
Politics of Distraction, XII
flip-flopping
on the ceasefire deal
amid camera clicks --
a dove's feather caught spinning
in the White House's wire fence
Added: Politics of Distraction, XVI
smell of muggy noon --
the Reflecting Pool's blue sky
turns algae green
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