a cool summer breeze
a time to sow or to reap
every moment
I lay my burden down
to pick it up again
The last taste of burgundy rests in the well of a used wine glass. She strolls the garden after rinsing something in the sink. Maple leaves flutter in the woosh of this passing wind.
Somewhere north of Hartford, Conneticut, my son and his boy scout troop close out another day at scout camp.
Meanwhile, somewhere north of the southern US border, a mother cries–wondering whether she’ll ever see her children again. Somewhere else, her children ask for her again and again.
a lit barbeque
another year in the life
as a school year ends
while others experience
what I could never bear
for COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 90, “Give & Receive,” #SYNONYMSONLY
Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 102 – Experience & Life
Real Toads’ The Tuesday Platform (imagined by Magaly Guerrero)
Frank J. Tassone 
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