by: Genie Nakano and Linda Singer
In the day
reality is too real
moonlight
becomes my aging skin
a honey moon drips down
empty darkness
don't turn on the lamp
my wounds
bleed, buried demons
from unshed tears
no need
for confessions
tenderness
heals the heart
a paper kite
soaring
against the wind
I fight the gust of air
stay afloat for now
karma prayer
to be..
the fool on the hill
see the sun going down
the world
in all it's splendor
spinning round and round*
*c.f. The Beatles ' The Fool On the Hill
March 16, 2024
Originally published :
INTERNATIONAL TANKA no. 15, 2024
Tokyo, Japan
publisher: Aya Yuki
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