Reflective screen
tell me where to go,
who to be, who to love
created and destroyed
with the click of a button.
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form