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lament

at dawn
mists hang above the river
suspended
between dark and light
the water’s lament


Dim Ghosts

Early morning light

Dances in shadowed corners.

Lying half awake,

The scattered remnants of dreams

Gather like dim ghosts, unseen.


Tanka #2

The children’s laughter

drifts in the dim evening

like a firefly’s light

delicately shimmering

with soft magical delight


Tanka #1

Fading fast the fields

where Grandfather tended cows

with brown bales of hay

now overgrown memories

and rotten fence posts remain