Desire: In Three Tankas

Desire’s Grip

cooper’s hawk soars

from the oak’s top branch

I look away

no longer do your shirts

drape over every doorknob

taking refuge

in the eight stepping stones

I cross

this river of desire

my fist in my mouth

evenings

slowly letting go

of the day’s grip

I open my mind

a thousand blessings fly out

by dlk 2014

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