Cooking ground beef and
Boiling pasta in water
Drain, sauce to pan add
pasta, meat and I think of
how time moves, slipping past us.
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Tag: tanka
A Drink
A drink for the night
Crisp golden ale with some chips
A show, a laugh, yes
Simple moments like this to
Take the mind away once more.
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Somewhere Far Away
Sidewalk dark with rain
Fog hangs low, clinging to cars
What are you doing?
Somewhere far away, alone
I breathe in cold air
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Hazelnut Coffee
Hazelnut coffee
in the early gray morning
I drink thoughts of death
Grappling with the loss of those
once living I read poetry
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Blue January
Blue January
sky, crisp air nips with whipping
wind. My face is cold
Seconds slip past and I feel
this new year sliding away.
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