Tanka.
If, just once more,
I saw a Caribbean dusk
I would think of you
And not of bright light and bars
Or of sex and cicadas’ song.
Tanka
If, just once more,
I saw a south Pacific dawn
I would think of you
And not the sound of kimonos
Sliding off elfin shoulders.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
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