the thud of earth
on this little coffin
in fading light
the sound of the wind
even colder
Gusts, 29 Spring/Summer 2019
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...