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 frost ...
Foreclosure tilts
Added:
Even in my dream your heart is away from mine as the earth's axis is tilted at its furthest point from the sun.
awake alone
the sound of roof icicles
dripping dawnlight
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