Zip Tanka 1
by C W Hawes
why does my friend not know me
as I know and understand him
a world of people all solitary souls
walking in the meadow
no paths just the tall grasses waving
looking behind me only the grass waving
what demons lurk deep within
the dark recesses of our minds
that horrible place of our self-destruction
leaving work at day’s end
I kick stones while walking to my car
kicking them so my hands cannot pick them up
leaves of autumn falling falling
and the path leads on and on
in the far distance the mountains are hazy
Autumn Leaves
volume 8 number 6
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