SOME TANKA
I am the
cool guy
I see in the mirror
no adjustment necessary
a bony white cloud hand
reaches across the blue
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Late evening
a moth frolics inside
the paper lantern
too often I allow myself
to be entertained
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The older
I get
the harder it is to keep up
with my vanity
threw out my knee
dancing in the kitchen
*
Wind blown
blossoms
robins stake out
a stretch of bare earth
he who laughs last
laughs alone
*
On a day
like this
the bench in the yard a throne
in a palace of light
a sprig of wisteria tops
the fir with a purple tassel
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A father
dream wakes him
hot tears fall on his hand
the hand that waved good-bye
wild onions flourish
in the old tin bucket
*
The part of myself
I tend to deny leaks out
the tip of this pen
please say "I love you"
with a neon sign
*
Sun's wide
low arc
sweeps across the yard
snow won't last the day
once you know it all
boredom comes easy
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Shoes finally kicked off
whole day on my feet escapes
through the tips of my toes
albino spider descends into
a last glimpse of daylight