From the collection The Immediate and No Sooner, 2021.
in a group photo
stalks of corn in mile-long rows
squint into the light
the whole field standing and turned
posed in three-quarter profile
the mirror reflects no face
the pages blanked out
the memories never made
can it all be true? can it?
Patient ruthless heirs
not taking the slightest chance
of derailed dollars
secure the perimeter.
Set watch. Settle in to wait.
5 thoughts on “Tanka 161, 162, 163”
I liked the first one the best. The corn posing made me laugh.
Thank you. There is such a whole lot of corn grown around here, think of the egos all out there in field after field, awaiting that photo opportunity!
Yellow corn especially.
That second poem is very poignant. I really like the final poem. It is another one that is so chock full of wider narrative possibilities.
Thank you. You know, there are plenty of cliches about families and inheriting money and I think it’s all true.
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