Part One

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Part Two

~ tanka ~

before dawn

from beneath bird wings

the first chirp

beside me

the bed cold

 

falling asleep

in the chair the midnight

cold seeping

through the eyes

of dreaming

 

summer

lightning every time

i wake

the reaching out

from dreaming

 

incoming tide

ripples the width of river

i remember the touch

of your hand gentle

on the nape of my neck

 

the storm over

a sharp new moon

pierces black sky

the scent of your breath

clings to my pillow

 

hypnotic lapping

of a flat surf lulls me

into believing

the sea's depth is harmless

as once your love also was

 

purple droppings

under the mulberry tree

damp in morning dew

my hand on your back

suddenly hot

 

dipping towards

pond's surface reflection

welcome swallow

flits away as i from

my own mirrored image

 

your silent anger

festering in summer heat

flattens my joyous spirits

as it does the ears

of our cautious cat

 

lingering on

jetty's ancient woodplanks

sun-warmed memories

timber smooth

where my father fished

 

at dawn potted plants

bend towards each other

i would lean

into your light if only

you would make the offer

 

the sharp look

in your eyes —

turning

sunlight on windows

catches my breath

 

unknown to her

outside the closed door

i timidly stand

listening to flute notes

borne on her gentle breath

 

the secret's out

magicians use rabbits

because they freeze

in fright as do i holding

your steady brown gaze

 

simplest of pleasures

coming home to warm earth

when i no longer feel

the sun's caress above

it will filter through below

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