Tanka 237
Spilling from the net
those silver slippery fish
slide across the deck
a shining heap of last moments
in air that hurts. Eyes go blank.
12/15/20
Tanka 238
loud fussy trumpet
argues from its brassy heart –
fickle xylophone
tap-dance flirts just out of reach –
They are never quite in tune.
12/14/20
Tanka 239
the textbook talks loud
the brain squirms between the ears
the sentences play
hide-and-seek through the neurons –
thoughts dry up. Oh my head aches.
12/14/20
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I enjoyed those final two poems in terms of what they communicated about symbiotic relationships in a state of dysfunction. I am sure that is something we can all identify with. The first poem made me think of my Great-Gran who worked as a fish quine (gutting fish) in Aberdeen.
Thank you. Sometimes (lots of times) things are just out of sync and how hard it is to make them recombine.