Amaterasu, Never again burst the sun. Ruinous alley. The dulcet Virgin Ascending through cloudy sky Arms stretched, outreaching. It was a radiant day And all the cuckoos cried.
Dan, This is one of my favorites of yours. I love the flow, the simplicity.
I have no idea what this means, but I love the images, the sounds, and I wish I had written it.
Thank you guys, after being hurt today by insensitive people it is lightening to my heart that I can come here and see you guys. And while I do not want to risk revealing all of my secrets ( I flatter myself, I know) I will state that the poem is an elegy to the victims of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima on August 6, 1945 and is written in the form of an imperfect tanka.
I'm sorry. May their hearts be ripped out in the marketplace.
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