[Afternoon Heat] a tanka set

i walk down streets

in heat of day

aging is reality

and one

that i hope against

-

mother's face

on the cover

of the obituary 

pinned to my wall...

afternoon heat

-

i can't hear

moman's voice 

anymore 

i am no longer 

a little boy 

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