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Autumn Tanka 2019

Just a year ago,
I played with a friend's daughter
in the Autumn leaves.
Now I have a little one,
born in Fall just like his dad.

The Autumn boy sleeps
while wind and thunder tumult,
which don't disturb him.
Getting tea, I stub my toe;
His eyes bolt open and his
mouth turns loose an impressive wail.

Taking out the trash
in unseasonable dress:
sandals and plaid shorts.
God bats a merciful eye,
and gives pause to this rain storm.

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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