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Autumn Tanka 2017

Window cracked a bit,
kotatsu humming, and warm
like my genmai-cha;
I nestle up and sink in
to re-read Kusamakura.

As sprinkles turn to
bouncing hail and thunderclaps,
I turn off the lights:
I open the windows wide;
I stare at and smell the storm.

Slick leaves paint the road,
and mud slaps against my back
as I bike to work.
Yet in between the splashes,
a breath stirs some leaves still dry.

Nick Giampietro

Nick Giampietro

Nick graduated from Portland State University with a degree in Japanese Literature and a minor in English, and works as a Software Engineer in Portland. He lives with his wife, son, and dog-of-a-cat.

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