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Just like hills sometimes
Seem lower and gentler than
Other times, sometimes
The barbell feels light despite
The plates on it. Like today.
Category: tanka
Daily Tanka: At Capacity
At Capacity
The taproom hostess
Told us, “Sorry, the room is
At capacity.”
I felt like saying, “I found
A new limit today too.”
Daily Tanka: Dodging the Rain
There’s no bad weather,
Only bad clothing, but still
I love when I time
My commutes so that I dodge
The rain coming and going.
Daily Tanka: Quiet Evening
Quiet Evening
Somehow, some evenings
Allow sitting in a chair,
Reading the paper,
Sipping a beer, talking with
The girls about everything.
Daily Tanka: Trees I’ve Seen
Trees I’ve Seen
Pines and firs guiding
Cars along snowy highways
Maples and birches
Reinforcing the fencelines
Lone oaks capturing the clouds
Daily Tanka: Wild Time Machine
Wild Time Machine
Don’t waste time travel
On meeting the dead. Instead:
Wisconsinan ice,
Beringian animals,
Lake Agassiz outflowing.
Daily Tanka: No Brakes
No Brakes
Mountain biking seems
To mostly be not braking.
Look ahead, pick lines,
Lean more than feels right, grimace,
Pretend the levers don’t work.
Daily Tanka: Birthday Workout
Birthday Workout
I’m sure I younged by
Grunting through all four rounds of
13 burpees (clap!),
17 thrusters (lock out!),
44 lunge jumps (tap knees!).
Daily Tanka: Coffee and Cream
Coffee and Cream
Cream meets coffee like
A thunderhead gathering
A rose petaling
Birds rising from the marsh grass
Dust swirling on the gravel
Daily Tanka: Self Talk
Self Talk
When you engage in
Positive self talk, do you
Talk to self out loud?
I’m not saying that I do,
But I’m not denying it.
Daily Tanka: Rainy Day Dog Bite
Rainy Day Dog Bite
On a rainy day
I get an itch on my knee
Where that goddamn dog
Bit me while I rode my bike.
Blood ran through the sweat and dust.
Daily Tanka: The End of the World
The End of the World
Everyone has a
Favorite end of the world.
Jesus. Aliens.
A free market. A comet.
I hope the glaciers return.
Daily Tanka: 1992 in my ears
1992 in my ears
Which neurons can be
Blamed or thanked for conjuring
A line from a song
I’ve loved since I was nineteen:
What a life a mess can be.