English words
line up in my throat
for a good flight...
they stumble off my tongue
falling onto hard ears
November/ December 2009 issue of Sketchbook
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...