Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Three Tanka

an obsession
its poise unquestionable,
voice unsteady?
it praises calmness
but adores upheaval

I walk alone
across the floor of my life--
a spider                   
wrapped up
in a simple obsession

in the days
when my obsession
was only a wound-up toy,
intractable as the world seemed,
I was happy

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