Dad played piano melodies wandered but he was steady he was too shy to dance me I love to dance the gates of heaven open time wears downas pulse gets weaker and feet can’t keep on beat a sitar drones . . . Dad I wonder does this sadden you as you recall theContinue reading “A Message~ Tanka Series”
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Pointing to the Moon
Once upon a time I was in a dancer’s body high kicks and splits on the count of one two three finger pointing to the moon tell it like it is rheumatoid sets in with carbon steel hips the cards fall this way now deal at the airport my hip replacement triggers alarms so muchContinue reading “Pointing to the Moon”
Genie Nakano 