Saturday, July 19, 2014

Provoked a tanka sequence


Provoked


her message
accuses me of stealing
the key
to the world's voice...
I pluck a flower

her words
burning my chest
like a brand . . .
at the center of the drama
the foolish belief of wrong doing

she grins,
a coyote with old eyes,
as I tell my story
with the grace
of a deadly weapon

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