From The Immediate and No Sooner, published in 2021.
The pencil roots out
failed graphed math functions once more.
The hand sweeps aside
scatters of erasure crumbs
from the cleared ground. Dig again.
Why bother? Who needs
the front door decorated
with a plastic wreath
serving up the tired fragments
of a lukewarm welcome home?
4 thoughts on “Tanka 159, 160”
I accumulate thise erasure crumbs with everything it seems. A great way to describe them. (K)
Thank you. I was always a vigorous user of the pencil eraser, too much so, to where I would make holes in my papers, Many crumbs. Many.
#160 seems so cynical – no homecoming should be lukewarm!
Not everyone has a nice family or a warm loving home, in all kinds of houses. Not cynical, just another reality, in my experience.
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