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Tiring the heart--
mountains and ocean
too much beauty

---Santōka
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A Moth Tanka


Lying beige and still,
Large moth on my porch seemed dead;
(Gone when I returned).
    It had matched the worn wood floor;
    A ghost in my memory.

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