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Thomas Martin, US
 

 

 

 

Tanka Sequence

 

London

 

Chalk Farm
the poetry reading
upstaged
by fluorescing
mannequins

almost free beer
in the pub
almost next door
to the last
poem

my girl and I
making out. . .
jazz pianos
in our lapels

London Bridge. . .
almost night
in the foreground
she kisses
and almost forgets

Hampstead Heath
I breathe the first star
in the steadfast
November night
London

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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