Frank promised that he would be at Camp Bullowa by 6:45 this morning. I walked by his door at 6:30, and to my surprise, I saw that his room was empty. I walked across the cold apartment to the living room window.

My car was indeed gone.

before dawn

braving the morning’s

withering wind

the value he places

on loyalty

for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #392. Prompt for 3rd February 2024 Early Birds and my own #Haikai Challenge II #4