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rippling pond
a long search in vain for
the ties that bind
How much longer will you stare
for the answer that won’t come?
More gray than I’d like to admit. Growing crow’s feet. Lines under my blue eyes I don’t see in myself. A sorrow in those eyes, along side a determination to see things through. So, I take the next breath, the next look, and turn toward life.
Always, another step. Another breath.
Until there isn’t.
The mirror doesn’t lie either way.
Harvest moon
surprised by joy yet again
when I see your face
For you I treasure, therefore
you are where my heart must lie
For dverse–Tuesday Poetics, hosted by Bjorn, and
Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge no. 69, and
Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge–82, and
Frank J. Tassone 
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