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Deborah P Kolodji, US
 

 

 

 

Tanka

 

eggs soak
in cups of dye
on Easter Eve...
we whisper
about his death

 

 

beached
collections of shells
no longer drifting...
we pay mortgages,
dream of the sea

 

 

spring heat wave
I hear yellow warblers
in the yard
and forget
my to-do list

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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