Lavender garden
Water trickles over marble;
Light dances on leaves.
This place awakes an ancient thought –
Birds singing — each knows its prayer.
Tanka, #22
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Tanka, #21
Three screens flash scenes of black crude
jetting to the surface to cover gulls,
nets, and sand. How will that fisherman
eat and live?
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Tanka, #20
Mary Prince—pittied slave
bore naked floggings;
she had no patron to give her her
goody two shoes.
Now the English know the truth.
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Tanka, #19
You read me wrong
I wasn’t trying to lead you on
not like you think.
Didn’t mean to turn you on.
Didn’t mean to turn you on.
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Tanka, #18
Rain falls on rusted handrail
making its way through concrete pores
only to fall again on verdant grass;
grey horizon veiled.
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