dappled dusk
the chirping of crickets
breaks bell-notes
eyes upon the dripping
moonlit lane
full moon
the smell of steamed rice cakes
fills an attic room
Getting Something Read (April,22, 2010)
A Room of My Own: River Trail Tanka
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*Starlight on the Gutter of Blossoms*, IV
silver moonlight
drips through weeping willow leaves
the river trail reeks
where a stray rips the throat
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