I sat in a trance
moments of rumination
trumpets — in silence —
singing ‘life’s an illusion’
Oh wake up! The joke’s on me.
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Tanka #4
I crept through the room
shadows balancing themselves
while slumbers stitch dreams
maybe vacant and thoughtless
I woke her up nonetheless.
Tanka #3
I stared in wonder
as the sky swallowed trees whole
starting at the roots
before working its way up.
The birds didn’t mind either.