Publicized in Tanka Society of America: Mariko Kitakubo

Tanka Cafe -- Theme; Illusion

are drips
of happiness
joined together
by silver fingers
behind the galaxy?

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the warmth
of my father drifted away
never to return
like smoke
from an incense stick

the door
is still closed--
I, a deserted child
remain
in the darkness

song
of early summer--
my motherland
will be a coffin
of the wind

Tanka Cafe: Theme: Solitude and Loneliness

as farewell
the first snowfall--
may be
my dead parents watch me
from the top of the mountain

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the wind
off the Colorado River
unties my hair--
I'd like to die
a tourist

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between the dates
of Hiroshima & Nagasaki
my sweat seeps
into the small puncture hole
where they drew my blood

oh yes,
they are still crying--
Parl Harbour
inside of Linda
Okinawa inside of me

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