world whitened with snowtrees now brides in frosted gownsshadows morrow growthstrength in each winter's passingour wedding day promises
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Tanka Journal poet
Rebecca Kane
1 poem in Issue 6
In their own words
My father was a heavy smoker. We would take long car rides to see his parents in Kansas. This was before they knew how harmful second-hand cigarette smoke was to young children. I tried to express the irony of his body being burned and then carrying his ashes in my car.