Three Tankas (Ancient Japanese poems)

A mourning grey sky
Hanging above the morning
Like a giant easel
Or an ageing cloud blanket
Sheltering the sleeping sun.

A hot cup of tea,
Crispy toast with bee honey
No butter today
You forgot to buy it, dear,
My figure is fine, thank you.

Teen crowds on sidewalks
Heavy legs on their way home
Cold tears on my hair
A scent of rain and Magie Noire
Stray dogs packing up for night.

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