Some Tanka Published in Gusts

Gusts 16

on the wall
sharing my shower…
a spider
let’s pretend, my friend
we never saw each other

 

the goodnight kiss
my daughter says…
what she missed
the most
when I left home

 

Gusts 17

a slow movement
On the cello
My mind
sinks deep
Beneath the waves

 

my hometown
rising from the mist
already
the accent
slips into my voice

 

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