waking alone
from the talk with the girl
I met
in childhood dreams
church bells echo from afar
chants
of the ninety-nine percent
echo from afar --
counting winter stars
in my attic window
being a poet
how do you put food
on the table?
her words echo from afar
breaking this moonlit night
Red Lights, 9:2, July 2013
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...