loneliness
doesn't have a tongue ...
and yet it speaks
through a dripping faucet
and the tempest in my mind
Revision,A Hundred Gourds, 4:4, September 2015
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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