5 Tankas by Oonah V. Joslin

We were not young love
conversation flowed between
gaps in indifferent hearts
into silence 'til the day
you gave me flowers without reason.

Uploading birdsong
a day of cherry blossom
rains confetti. I
save soul-fuls of memory.
All you say and all you do.

Fickle and faithful
every day the sea returns
with gifts for the beach
yet attracted to the moon.

The way I like it
you make me an old fashioned;
heavy on bitters,
sugar, bourbon, cherries, twist,
ice shaped like skulls and crossbones.

Your pillow tumbling
with thick tight curls that sprang back
in youth undaunted
cradles your baldness now
but the moon and I remember.

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