I whiled through the sounds Frog's grunts, cicada's buzz saw But not finding yours Only the memory heard A soothing wind-borne whisper

I whiled through the sounds
Frog's grunts, cicada's buzz saw
But not finding yours
Only the memory heard
A soothing wind-borne whisper

tanka by Eddie Roa
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