Sunday, April 15, 2012

4 tanka


how swift
the play of light
over pebbles
under water...
my invalid mornings


gazing at sunset
me and a fellow patient--
two crows
sitting quietly apart
on a slender autumn branch


the earth shook
when I saw you again
at the race
my horse had always
trailed behind yours


blue hydrangeas
in my garden
turn to pink
how can one lessen
the acid in your words

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