I have written
a river current
into the meadow
I run thirsty
arms wide
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Rock Opera (tanka)
in lilies
the rain begins
clouds kneel
with the toadstools
in a rock opera of hail
“The Same Word” (tanka)
a fallen bit of
word then
the bird continues
with the same word
I am ringing
“Fawn” (tanka)
in a back pocket
of spring from
a packet of seeds
comes a fawn breathing
a new day
“Long Voyages” (tanka)
on long voyages
one needs a heading
like wild blackberries
dark ripe heavy clouds
in an overused colander
“White Satin” (tanka)
the moon collects
in a bowl until
it’s brimming
white satin
falling dream
“Cup” (tanka)
the moon
is lost and
all that matters
is this cup
to gather the stars
