in the dream
my home shore eroded
by time's waves ...
what's left of myself
unrecognizable
she says,
the spring morning air
is throbbing
with promise . . .
of what? I murmur
NeverEnding Story, April 4, 2014
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 ...
