A poet is a person
who can find his own way
by moonlight,
I hiss through clenched teeth...
the look on her face
Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012
One Man's Maple Moon: Neon Lights Tanka by Christine Judd
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*English Original*
neon lights
fade in dawn's lilac glow
on the footpath
clubbers, drug-fucked
in bedraggled revelry
Christine Judd
*Chinese Translation ...
