It's the last day of poetry month, so I offer this tanka:
I miss my nightly wine
but it’s clear that I must
be my own savior,
change it to water
most evenings.
Robert Loomis, 09-09-2022
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- Bob Loomis
- I'm 84 as of 07-22-2023 and a retired journalist. Much of my time now is taken up with music. I also still write poetry and am working on an autobiography. I also occasionally do cartooning and artwork.
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