I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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30 January 2011

The heat revs up: tanka/gogyohka January 2011

I sit up in bed
with Spouse and laptop;
in the kitchen:
French toast for breakfast.


The heat revs up
as the morning brightens.
What time today
will humid rains kick in?
Summer at full throttle.


Half-empty town.
Staccato rain attacks
the roof of my car,
gutters run full and fast.
I leave gladly.


One evening
I sense a tall presence,
maybe a friend
seeking reassurance?
Thereafter, a deep peace.


Our comfortable bed
looks out on a walled garden.
Unseen neighbours
provide tall trees and vines
for deeper enchantment.


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