Tanka # 87

Leaving work,
the crescent moon
in the city’s sky
greeting me…
where have you been?

~

Rain all night long
and her voice
seeping from far away
caresses
my aching bones

~

At my desk
sipping stress for tea,
in my ear
a bird chirping
of far away meadows.

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