Windswept
spear grass
pins this hillock
to the prairie . . .
these family graves
tended my magpies
sorrow
flourishes inside
my chest,
taking root as if to say
it means to stay awhile
Note: an'ya and I judged the 2023 Sanford Goldstein International Tanka Competition, and the results and our commentaries are included in this issue.
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