Tanka Very Much
an exercise in frustration, an exploration of Japanese poetics, an exhibition in haphazardry.
5.03.2012
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Tonight I'm misplaced,
soaked in the sweat of early May,
girded by silence,
the Buddha beads wrapped around
my wrist too loose to do good.
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