tiny pools of snow
along wind-battered off-ramp —
tired gas station
among the rows of corn stalks —
I count each gust, each bluster
Day 2
02 Monday Apr 2018
Posted in Tanka
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beautifully visual. I’m ready to be done with those tiny pools of snow 🙂
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Yes! Me, too. You would think – April?
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