Contemprary Tanka Poet Mariko Kitakubo. Article details.
Simply Haiku, Summer 2007 vol.5, no.2
cutting my foot
on a tree-root
I felt
the desolation of Descartes
slowly slide into me
for whom then
did I blossom?
I cast my gaze
over the light and shade
of the distant past
a warm teardrop
as I waken
from the dream
of being held back
from the brink of a cliff
as if
falling down
into the galaxy,
I would fall
into your heart
dipping my toes
into the blue water
of the inlet,
I felt my body
surge with life
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