Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Pathetic Fallacy Tanka
No fog, only sun—
Shining San Francisco bay.
The water sparkles,
And my soul spins, pirouettes.
Some days the outward matters.
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