tanka/haiku sequence

waiting for soup
at the kitchen
trying to write
something
worth reading

unleavened bread
I sit next to a man
with a crucifix

as we talk
it strikes me
that we haven’t heard
a word
we’ve said

lost moon
I chanced on you
in the city

when they broke the mold
you fell out
but I can’t tell you
what you
are

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