4 Contemporary Tanka:
night shift waitress
counting out a tip jar
that's never enough
to just quit & fly away
like a finch following a river
a tree branch drips
its first summertime raindrops
roots now like starving men
reaching out below dirty sheets
swollen with nourishment
in indiana
meth-head mother
sitting at a tent revival
with pipe burns on her lips shining
as bright as her future
wounded cougar
a lady downtown
slow dancing in ambulance flash
as sirens howl at rooftops
intersection lights turn green
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