Tanka by Pat Prime

 

 

on a busy street

a group of students

listen to an old man

play an unfamiliar tune

on his chinese flute

 

(from Tanka Moments in the NZ Poetry Society newsletter)

 

 

 

 

at ninety four

her small voice asks

what future has she?

I reply, it's day by day

exactly like mine

 

(from the NZ Poetry Society's Tanka Corner)