Re-Homing in the Maple Land, XLV
the north wind
carries my daydream
to the other shore
of this promised land ...
together alone with shadows
FYI: This could be read as a sequel to my tanka below:
Re-Homing in the Maple Land, XXXVIII
in this promised land
my immigrant life compressed
to hard working
and light sleeping between jobs ...
fresh morning in my broken world
Added:
the seashore lashed
with winds, rain, high-walled surf ...
this stalled life
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my haiku below:
eye of the hurricane
alone in the dark I look
into my life
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCXXVII: "drone after drone"
drone after drone --
a stream of mud and waste
winds through ripped tents
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCXXVIII: "girl's scream"
buzzing overhead
a girl's scream lengthens
this Gazan night
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCCXXIX: "dripping blood"
farmhouse in flame
an olive tree
dripping blood
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