Category: Tanka
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To my Aunt Cathy
Originally posted on Poems from in between: It was as we played king of the raft — bobbing the way it did, always half-swamped with the translucent green of the little lake, and all of us shouting, thrashing, sending the fish to the bottom, the sun shining our suits, our shoulders and necks matted with…
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My father’s spade
leaning on a box in my cluttered breezeway my father’s spade pants, grip worn smooth, tail twitching, eager for his master
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Day 30
you would think when walking through woods at night that we’d stumble — but instead we learn to find a steady foot, our own light
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Day 29
walking through woods in bare moonlight – shade over shade, black within black – I see what cannot be seen in day ask what can be seen of me
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Day 28: And the greatest of these
is love — which is not really fair to say, for the three intertwine when you sit here, ready, and build atop each other
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Day 27
a night walk is never simple – shafts of gray light peel back tree bark and find squirrels opining through long hours
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