written on the first day of Tanka Poetry Month
my blind date
asks smilingly, what's it like
to be a poet ...
just a way of living both
in my head and in my dream
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I stare for hours
at a blank journal page ...
it gets longer, narrower
and farther away until
it's swallowed by darkness
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my penpal's blonde hair
cascades over her shoulders ...
in an accent I read
her favourite poem of mine
she listens, open-mouthed
