early morning i
sit drinking tea and listening
to raven croaking
gliding through the air to land
on lamp post slick with dew drops
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Category: Poetry
Fog Slips Down the Hill
Fog slips down the hill
kissing windows and roads I
slide into my mind
and wonder where you are
who you have become
A Tanka.
Chinatown Night Market
lions dancing and
dragons fly in Chinatown
drumming Spring sunset
full of dim sum hot green tea
to the bar gin and tonic
Little One You Look
little one you look
so cute in your pink hoodie and
i think how i’ve known
you for ten years little pup
little girl with more gray hairs
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Bowie Cancer Ate (Tanka)
Bowie cancer ate
you and I wonder how you
are up in the stars
Bowie i am here on Earth
listening singing dancing
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