it's difficult
to fight this or solve that
the mayor's words adrift --
shouts, over and over
it's easy to resign
FYI: This is a sequel/counter-response to my mayor tanka below:
reading between the lives and writing between the lines, XXVII
God, my country
just hard work, no handouts ...
in the spotlight
the mayor punctuates his words
with a gavel-on-the-desk gesture
FYI: For more, see my "To the Lighthouse" post, Character/Persona Tanka
Added: reading between the lives and writing between the lines, XCII
in held silence
the newbie bares, "I used to
love getting high...
until a certain point"
a roomful of heads bowed low
Added:
first winter day
no words, only clouds
of breath
Added:
an empty nest
feathered with snowflakes ...
Foreclosure tilts
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