slicing wind
the skylark
alone
knows the pull
looking
for a river that is no more
ancestral home
sunbirds peck
the tumbling river notes …
evening raga
an evening
of tangled thoughts . . .
through branches
even this rugged moon
looks tattered at the edges
* First published in: Roadrunner, Mayfly, A Hundred Gourds and American Tanka.
* First published in: Roadrunner, Mayfly, A Hundred Gourds and American Tanka.
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