tanka cluster

in dreams

i stockpile 

image on top of

image...

wind through my bones

.

'oblivious...'

in my blackness

i embody 

Ralph Ellison's 

'Invisible Man'

.

wild tulips

in the soul

of a man

not fully a man

but a half one

.

some tanka are written in two lines...

focusing on the 'kire' not lines or syllables