celestial bodies move,
the sun opens and the eyes drink
in the day. stars align above
and the world keeps on
spinning. it’s not the same.
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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