tanka cluster
big-eared dog
passes me by
somewhere in the dark
hearing someone's cough
and a lighter lighting a cigarette
.
another night
at the job...
praying
things settle down
and remain peaceful
.
eyes
behind glasses
have seen
two World Wars and
discrimination rise and fall
.
surreal evening
a shirtless guest
getting
a container-full of ice
this hotel life begins
.
feeling
strange around
these words...
trying to arrange them
in slsll according to convention
.
always
a ringing phone
and no one
on the end...
overnight begins sluggishly
.
under
the eaves
a wasp's nest
the bee hive in my heart
trembles slightly
.
for a moment
standing in front of
these leaf-like
electric doors...
night steps in
.
scrubbing my hands...
the film
of day
clings stubbornly
to my fingers
a lone man
cutting across
a parking lot
and i in back office
unspooling words
.
it is
a warm night
with a full moon
i am still trying to
get comfortable at work
.
coffee-shop talks —
in the interim
remembering
the beige vest
daddy wore to work
.
full moon
popping up in the sky
handsome man
passes by telling me
"good eve'nin boss."
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