long hours
after winter solstice
I find my lines
in the dripping sound
of a roof icicle
Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013
One Man's Maple Moon: Flesh Tanka by Sanford Goldstein
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*English Original*
the flesh clings
tighter still
as if to tell me
this world is smell,
is touch
*At the Hut of the Small Mind*, 1992
Sanford Goldstein
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