Individual kyoka and tanka:
macular
degeneration
I see
more clearly now
than ever before
a mirage
of mountains beckons
us homeward
we don't know their names,
but they know ours
they have
scarcely enough
to survive
and yet, this music
under the bridge
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Going Back
big sky morning
ancestral homesteads
felled by wind
hollow bones whistling
a song I used to know
barrelling
down washboard roads
between fields
plumes of the past lingering
on all I left behind
at day's end
light beams splintering
across shorn fields
on this moonless night
I, too, am camouflaged
Note: Going Back was first published in Ribbons, Volume 11, Number 3, Fall 2015
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