maple branches etch
the inky blue sky
stars seek
one another to bear witness
I set fire
to my murderer, pondering
teardrops on the cheek of time
Spring issue of Rust+Moth
A Room of My Own: Wooden Jesus Tanka
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slanted sunlight
reaches Wooden Jesus on the cross
I close my eyes
... yet nothing whatever emerges
in my mind or my heart
FYI: This tanka could be read as...