senryu/tanka cluster

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pacing, too many thoughts running length of my mind

mundaneness—food for many senryu on whatever comes forefront

sound of elevator descending, stifling another shallow yawn

man pulls luggage on wheels, still breakfast not ready

fascism—trying hard not to spoil this Autumn day

expulsion of refugees sand in the walkway of home

aged priest's laughter something congeals and moves and...

plyboard against walls saxophonist too much out of tune

passing lonely train 
as nightworkers 
get off

early 
morning 
team
breakfasting
in
the
back
office
suppressing
yawns
and
the
acidic 
taste
of
boredom

soundless
my footsteps
up and down
hotel stairs this 
early morning

this morning 
aged woman 
washing down 
the tombstone of 
some gone soul

family 
loading up their car
an early morning game
the kids 
can barely wake up

these days 
i come 
bringing a curse of 
a worried face 
about most anything 




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