a V of wild geese
soar into the sky
voices dripping with grief
drive me to walk
the rising harvest moon
weeps in silence
the cold mouth of night
utters no single word
Spring issue of Rust+Moth
Biting NOT Barking: Shelter Tanka by Marion Alice Poirier
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*English Original*
under the shelter
of a weeping willow tree
she sleeps at last
on damp earth and newspapers --
a haven, for one night
Marion Alice Poirie...
