autumn twilight
I stand against the wall...
one inch lonelier
than when I first became
a poet in exile
Simply Haiku, 9:2, Summer 2011
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...