jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

another throwback post…a tanka ‘duet’ at LYNX journal

as the moon

transforms in sunlight

we shift roles

you into a clown, i

a hummingbird

 

in my palm

the fortune teller

traces lines

one slides off my destiny

away from yours

 

LYNX  XXVII:I February 2012

 

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October 6, 2014 - Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , ,

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