I gaze up
at the white contrail
while writing tanka
as if there were magic words
to ground you in my world
Whispers, April 7, 2018
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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