Tanka Selection
from Zen Mercies / Small Satoris
Real
as a dream
the beetle
shimmering - green
on my upturned palm
With eyes
shut tight I can see
blood beat
& feel
how the living burn
Red ribbons
& a party dress
but night
in her six-year old
refugee eyes
As I swerve
for a siren
the sobering
"clink" of wine bottles
rolling in my trunk
.
.
.
In warm rain
pale pink - almost luminous
mushrooms
soft as infant bottoms
among the rotting leaves
In a sidestreet
storefront
the Muskokas
at sunset
by a man who can paint
Jostled
by noon office crowds
a frail old fellow
is bending
down to tie his shoe
On my personal
Jewish Zen Christian
calendar
every day Pesah
every day Easter
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