The moon meditates in the stillness
of waters. Insects and frogs hold
their breath, listening to silence.
A row of willows sways gently
in serenity. Captivated,
I find my words lost in ether.
December 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Butterfly Kite Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, LIX: "Rafah's border wall"
the kids stare
beyond Rafah's border wall
the slow descent
of a butterfly kite
sever...
