jornales

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

conversations…a tanka duet

1.

we do try
to strain storm dregs
untying
old selves on a wire mesh
in bus conversations

2.

leaf orange boy
leaning on his elbow
point by point
on Confucius with dad
knee-high in fall

posted at Tanka Poets in Site (facebook)

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

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