for Martin Heidegger
like a child
shoved
down the playground slide
scared
I reach this age
forty six
a long strip
of white sand
washed by waves
no footprints left
separated
by a thin wall
I've never
greeted my neighbour
Death
Death
(whom I just befriended)
and I
chat about our dreams
through the vent in the wall
Death lurks
about the room
taunting
how can I stop her
from editing my poems?
Death and I
face to face
minds apart
staring in silence
who will blink first
July/August 2010 issue of Sketchbook
One Man's Maple Moon: Hardest Place Tanka by Sergio A. Ortiz
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*English Original*
out at sea
with no wind in my sails …
the hardest
place to be
is by your side
*hedgerow*, 19, 2015
Sergio A. Ortiz
*Chinese Translat...