The indestructible corrupted behemoth that is our government cuts health services with a slash hook and we just keep going...staggering from pharmacy to a&e without any plan for the future...
and the rain pours sullen and the potatoes are blighted...well, not mine, actually, since I used the old spuds from the bottom of the veg basket. Phew, spuds for Christmas.
and winter came...
Yes, I'm having one of those days.
So, here are two tankas. Different days, different emotions. Illustrating the wonderful constant motion that keeps us alive. And that what goes down will rise again :-)
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Moon floats on the sea of sky clouds waves / milk truck bobs
along country road, bouncing curve of fields / Moon’s rudder pulls our wet boat
home
Can’t even see this pass for grey mist / the road’s gone:
holes in the track, soaking wind and no way home / Keep driving. Cliff edge is
near, but blurred.
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