They've been together for years
They're remodeling their home
They call their dog a spoiled child
Their pain is neither Democratic nor Republican
Their fear is neither liberal nor conservative
Their tears are neither gay nor straight
Illness doesn't know politics.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Sevenling
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Monday, September 24, 2012
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A Trio of Tanka
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Dirt under my fingernails
Scent of rosemary
Winter's unruly blanket
Shelters spring's tidy green growth
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Great blue heron prints
Raccoon trails under boardwalk
Deer hooves pressed in mud
Hieroglyphics of the wild
What is lost in translation?
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Tiny white flowers
Paint over winter's canvas
Pure as spring snowfall
Come summer, white becomes red
Innocence becomes passion
Submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Format Challenge (Tanka)
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