A Tanka Sequence
waking alone
from the talk with the girl
I met
in childhood dreams
church bells echo from afar
chants
of the ninety-nine percent
echo from afar -
counting winter stars
in my attic window
'being a poet
how do you put food
on the table? '
her words echo from afar
breaking this moonlit night
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