Sunday, March 6, 2011

Father--

Then---
there were many times
you were just there behind me
my head all covered



Many times you---
told me what to do
maze tricks and knots of riddles
a whisper away
speaking on my grain of night
scan its stars through all webbing
© 2011 v.j.m.a.

a tanka & senryu for my father,
RIP. MARCH 1992


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