poem eleven: awake

If I walk faster
over tangled cobbled streets
wearing rare high heels
promises of spring, wine, friends
place a distance between us.

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Catching up on day eleven and twelve with some (rather rushed) tanka, then I’ll do day thirteen. Friday was one of my best friends’ birthday, so this is how I felt going out after a lengthy period of ‘hibernation’.

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