Tag: tanka
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Day 3
trucks on the freeway, flat land stretched out beyond i find myself looking out a window between my world and yours
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Day 2
tiny pools of snow along wind-battered off-ramp — tired gas station among the rows of corn stalks — I count each gust, each bluster
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Day 1
every tanka has already been written we sing the rules of counterpoint, seek to replay our past
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7/15
blue jay caws swell the faraway echo, drawing us near our sandy bluff — breezes wrap, spin us round, return us round
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Day 30
April is perfect in all conceivable ways apart from the pining separation from November’s divine dark
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Day 29
of all the angels who wandered and waited or not who landed before me here, there, what brings you to face me now? unwitting teacher player of basketball transient night flier, subtle questioner, what have you revealed of me?
Poems from in between 