Contemprary Tanka Poet Mariko Kitakubo.

life is life
including death...
a dead branch
is the main poet
at the tea house

Waiting Here

Mariko Kitakubo, Tokyo, Japan
Kath Abela Wilson, Pasadena, CA

the sound
of "Someday"
makes me cry
vague rainbow...
can we meet again?
(M)

setting the table
of "Somewhere"
our favorite wine
remembered dishes
make me smile
(K)

your plate
was spring green
mine was white
from that Atlantic beach
in Portugal
(M)

across the Pacific
I see a hundred cups
waiting
to be filled to the brim
with our future
(K)

harvest moon
in Tokyo, Inokashira Park
without you
opening red wine
for moon-viewing
(M)

waiting here
on our balcony
with a glass of hope
finally
you arrive pure and round
(K)

Move to "Tanka Society of America"

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