Tankas

A

And now, now I dance upon the options received; turning, looking back, knowing that my past is known, as the day comes to claim me.

B

Don't we love the tongue, licking our walls each morning? Don't we spread ourselves, aren't we eager to be cleaned? Then doesn't that wind blow cold.

C

Fruit bobs under ice burnt skins rubbed on sharpness. There's pale light and no one understands why drifts won't break the ice.

D

soft air over grass feels a warm, gravid breeze evening brought dew all things remain patient in this absence of bells