after Li-Young Lee
late into night
unable to see
in one darkness
of falling snow
I close my eyes
to see another
in a dream
told in a language
in which I'm a guest
I see Li-Young Lee
fold a paper boat
and send it swirling
down the moonlit river
of my memories
Shot Glass Journal, #5, Fall 2011
Reading More and Writing Better: Cocked Rifle Tanka
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*life is so good*
*why am I dying for this?*
on the hilltop
of the West Bank settlement
he mutters with a cocked rifle
Note: Ls 1&2 allude to the existen...
