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The Click of Mahjong Tiles
A Kasen Renku
Dedicated to the Memory of Elizabeth Searle Lamb and the Life of Alden Thomas Post Vieira
Composed Online February–May 2005
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Lunar New Year—
the click of mahjong tiles
into the wee hours
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Carole MacRury
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down in the wolves' wood
a cluster of snowdrops
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Gerald England
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after lunch
the farmer and his son
count lambs
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Norman Darlington
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another dreamcatcher
put in the east window
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Hortensia Anderson
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The Hurlers
flout the autumn wind
whistling
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Eryu Susan Shand
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our hemisphere
spun further from the sun
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John E. Carley
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ouch! blood
from my thumb stains
the shrike's larder
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John W. Sexton
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he thickens the water
mixing medicinal herbs
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William J. Higginson
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she wipes
the dust from a bottle
of vintage port
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Carole
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our wedding video
transferred to DVD
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Gerald
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I watch the breeze
enter my neighbor's dress
on the washing-line
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John W.
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under the dry lake
a mudfish dreams
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Norman
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like so much rain
this silver on the roof
a cooling moon |
John E. C.
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Pope John Paul
waits for the shadow |
John W.
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another day
and still the undertaker
hasn't called |
Gerald
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eight letters in the post
yet only one unpaid bill
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Eryu
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a petal drops
from the apricot branch
in my cup of tea
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Hortensia
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a boat in the spring torrent
of an upper Yangtze gorge
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Bill
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through the lattice
David's royal eye
on passing pilgrims |
Norman
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with her head so high
she steps on a potsherd
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Carole
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would you sweeten
every sorrow, every care
with a kiss?
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John E. C.
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had I been awake . . .
now this emptiness |
Bill
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an F-minor chord
in the rustling concert hall
the north wind
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Fûseki Susan Shand
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wave after wave collapses
into seafoam and snow
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Hortensia
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Turks at the gate
Vienna's pastries take on
a croissant shape
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Norman
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delight on her face
another marathon win
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Gerald
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a blacksnake
slithers across the road
a passing cloud |
Hortensia
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the thing about dark matter
is its darkness
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John E. C.
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even this moon
nothing but a vibration
in my augenblik
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Bill
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and here I am haggling
over windfall apples
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Carole
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the perfect greens
are turned to perfect red,
dragonfly
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John E. C.
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each stone a prayer
at the mountain shrine
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Norman
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in his hymnbook
the choirboy scribbles
secret notes |
Gerald
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my initials in the sidewalk
out there in the rising mist
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Hortensia
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from a bare branch the blackthorn brings another spring
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Fûseki |
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reaching grandad's pond
she pours the tadpoles free
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John W.
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