From The Immediate and No Sooner, published in 2021.
In the living room
skinny feet in argyle socks
propped on the footstool
he turns the paperback’s page.
The fan oscillates. He reads.
truck brakes sputter belch
the noise shaking the whole house
live by a highway
you never get used to it
But you do stop cursing it.
4 thoughts on “Tanka 173, 174”
I like the way these poems are atmospheric counterpoints to each other. One scene is blissfully peaceful and relaxing and the other gives me that fractious feeling.
Thank you. Seeing them together like this, it could be the feelings of two different people in the same house.
I have to agree that the juxtaposition of the calm to the enduring is a sharp difference!
Yes, and some days you can overlook the commotion and other days not so much. Although with a book in hand I can pretty much be off in another world no matter where I am actually sitting…
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