Tanka 208, 209, 210

From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.

Tanka 208

something orderly
salves me. stacks of towels rise
by size and color
linen closet a refuge
a small but potent healing

Tanka 209

The row of dress shirts
a neat array on hangers
spaced along the rod
fills the dark silent closet
Washed. Ironed. Nowhere to wear them.

Tanka 210

Closet door mirror
You angle it and just so
the truth is doubled
but is that such a good thing
and what will you do with it?