From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.
Tanka 214
10/22/20
the diner waitress
indulges a customer
fresh pot of coffee
sits waiting for the old man
shuffling from the parking lot
Tanka 215
10/22/20
carousel spins but
wild melody loses steam
the horse slackens pace
its painted eyes unwilling.
The child cries to be let down.
Tanka 216
10/22/20
the rank snobbery
of the fake topiary
prompted a pruning
I undertook with pleasure
How I dislike a phony.
The faux topiary poem made me laugh. There was something a bit creepy about the carousel poem, maybe something about the painted eyes, or probably just because carousels are a bit too circus-adjacent for me and spark a little of my phobia.