Tanka <br /> <br />I couldn’t find the street <br />Where my lover used to live <br />A morass of houses <br />Anyway it doesn’t matter <br />Hopeless, bringing back the past <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Tanka <br /> <br />The festive street <br />Now that bars and clubs have shut <br />Looks disillusioned <br />But is a dark hunting ground <br />Where a rats, caught by cats, shrieks<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-tanka-poems/
