POETRY: Tanka Series, Week 8

Well, it’s the final day of tankas. This last poem is perhaps the most apt of them all.

tanka8

These fingers curl around
stale air and I remember:
God gave me two
hands because sometimes
I must hold my own.

~Addison Taylor, Β© 2013

Happy weekend, everybody. Thanks for sticking with me these last 8 weeks. πŸ™‚

xoxo

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