long holiday
I keep my eyes on the road
she measures
the distance between us
by the number of rest stops
Sketchbook, 6:3, May/June 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...