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Tanka
 

 

 

Chen-ou Liu, CA

 

the stucco house
behind rusty wrought iron—
winter rain
drizzles on a faded sign
Don't move, improve

 

 

by the rosebush
a girl found with dried blood
on her legs. . .
those words buried deep
in the shadows of our minds

 

 

such a buzz
at the poetry reading...
I come back
to my attic room
knee-walking drunk

 

 

the train whistle
echoing in the distance
the Stars and Stripes
flapping in the wind…
the lost look in her eyes

 

 

icicles
hanging from the roof
capture
the moonlight...
that summer in her eyes

 

 

a Buddha
stands outside a shelter
for the homeless
in his hands
snowflakes and one coin

 

 

side-glancing
at the dragon tattoo
nestled
in her cleavage...I brave
the cold on New Year's morning

 

 

my love tanka
is already one-week old
70 drafts
in the making...
the wind moans in the night

 

 

Father, I've sinned:
she barged into my heart
without notice
declaring the supremacy
that only Mother should have

 

 

the priest repeats
Marriage is a sacred vow
once again
I look at his wife
then turn to her godson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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