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How does the writer's brain work? It is a bewilderment to me, why it must be this particular word, or that particular image. How is it that now, in this time of several national and global crises, I emerge from sleep holding to this juxtaposition: 

    i wake 

    my face is wet 

        the blue heron stands 

        one foot 

        on a slate roof 

 

???

   

Comments

[Dave Bonta]

I don't know, but that's a better tanka than 95% of what I see purporting to be tanka online these days. And your poem may not even purport to be a tanka. There's probably a lesson in that.