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Four Tanka Verses
by Patrick T. Randolph
Celebration in the Mist
Up on Flat Bone Ridge,
Indian Cemetery—
Silhouettes appear;
Old mist-like whispering ghosts—
Warriors celebrate the dawn!
Abandoned Shack
They echo again:
These loquacious northern winds
In this empty shack.
The shutters clap like old men—
Applauding a young girl’s dance!
A Simple Meditation
Apartment walls sing
A song of simple silence—
Then a fly begins
A solo buzz in sunlight;
Music unfolds the moment.
Dr. Taxi Driver
She asked for a ride
To the other side of town,
He knew she was ill—
Diagnosing everything—
Inside his rearview mirror.
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