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Indian Summer–a tanka

I need to burn this embered red on simple green– how frost mimics fire the shades of burning, smokeless kissed light on the edge of leaves.

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The texas statehouse–a tanka (or, if you’re packing, make them deodorant)

No longer hidden instruments of discretion, these bullets, shot straight through this red state rhetoric will bring some needed freshness

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Tanka #1

What drives this knowing? Poets are people who walk through life with small flaws in cracked armor, allowing life to blossom beneath skin.

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