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my daily tanka 1, 2, 3, 2004
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Tanka Poems the fog
the blurring view
it creates
i feel i understood Gaotama,
why he left the palace
waking me up
a magpie still stands
at the similar roof
i watched so often as a child
and sings in the same way
first red
she remembers her first
fertility celebration
in fear and shyness
she joins the world of womanhood
pinkish lotus
a single bloom
i place in my room
as it turns brown and withers,
i feel myself cleansed
the moon throws
its light over us
in your face a roundness
that inspires
joy and happiness
the love she lost
she looks for in the bundle
in her arms
still, it cuts into her heart
to see the baby a mirror of him
