by LARRY KIMMEL
I
look up from her letter,
my worst fear realized, just in time to see a goldfinch leave the thistle's purple bloom it's
something
a
drizzly day,
bittersweet
in such plenty,
to
the east
along
the winter streets,
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Credits:
“I
look up from her letter” - Tanka Splendor 1999
“it’s
something” - Lynx XI; 3, 1996
“a drizzly
day” - American Tanka, Issue 5; Fall 1998
“bittersweet
in such plenty” - Lynx: XI; 3, 1996
“to
the east” - Lynx: XI; 2, 1996
“along
the winter streets” - Lynx: XI; 3, 1996