tail-lights
of the plane taking her
to our homeland
disappear into the dark ...
my world split in two
Note: The poem above could be read as a concluding verse to the following tanka sequence:
Without the Middle
dewdrops
on a blade of grass
at twilight
this lingering fear,
I want a divorce
surge of the wind ...
her voice hardens
into its rigid strength,
I love you, Eric,
but I can't stand you anymore
all those nights
her moist smile nuzzled
the nape of my neck ...
now in the dim light
one wedding pillow left
a white trail
left in the winter sky
by her plane --
I still wait for the turn
and wave of her hand
Third Prize, Haiku Canada Tanka Story Contest, 2016
Chen-ou Liu
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