the length of yearning
is an ocean long
I measure
with its dewy arm
the size of loneliness
is ten by ten (square feet)
I commune
with its dark eyes
above my attic, hunger moon
smells like a rotten orange
inside my head, yesterday
whispers a thousand falling petals
Anthologized in Island Mists published by Poetry Institute of Canada
A Room of My Own: July 4th Reflection Tanka
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not down in the gutter
or high in the cirrus clouds ...
at thirty
holding a cubicle job
I stare at the fireworks-lit sky
FYI: I was reminded of the followi...