recluse tanka sequence
recluse
what is it that hides
in the early morning hours?
a peace
that strikes my naked body
a silence— a memory
yesterday I walked
through cool corridors
and saw men play
some had legs as long as a red willows
some walked on wheels
all had happy hands
mockingbirds returning from the sea
together
a smile, a voice
that almost made me cry
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