raining nights
in bloody 1846...
a Mexican yells out
We didn’t cross the border
The border crossed us
Ribbons, 8:3, Winter 2012
One Man's Maple Moon: Fruit Tanka by Kala Ramesh
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*English Original*
mother laments
being old and bent
I see her
as a curved branch
laden with fruit
*the unseen arc*, 2017
Kala Ramesh
*Chinese Tran...
