Night without end. My heart clings
to the lower tip of the crescent moon.
In bleeding calculation
I evaluate the price.
Vast -- in its passion ratio
to that of my withering body!
November 2009 Issue of Word Catalyst
One Man's Maple Moon: Friends Tanka by Kirsty Karkow
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*English Original*
cafe coffee
with friends not seen
for a while
listening to them chatter
wondering why I came
*Gusts*, 21, Spring/Summer 2015
Kirsty Kar...