Observingthe straight of your backrefracted inthis morning’s frost,my glare begins to thaw.
Teensy
tanka, #30 of 30! I did it: wrote a poem every day this month to
benefit immigrants in our community via Center for New Americans. If
you’d like to help celebrate these shenanigans, it’s not too late to make a contribution of any amount. Thank you for all your support, dear readers. Whew!
