Thomas the Tanka Engine

Master of Poets!
Thomas the Tanka Engine
veers from the old tracks,
whistles the meadows and sky
in clipped, rolling syllables.


Kindred Poet

You wrote
the dreams in me
before they even dripped
their sylvan murmurings into
my soul:
never asked, but drew memories
like etchings copied from
the landscapes in
my eyes.