A Scene, Translated

A rooster-tail
at winter’s end –
my hair in lockdown-length.
In loops of Latin phrase,
a standard’s placed.

Breeze breaks in laughter
loosed; kuhllainkkinkcnk
hahihihihihuh hyeh-uh?!
[I pull upon my rooster-tail.]

In tanka – twonowthree –
the fourfour phoniclash of raydyoes
phlash forth, fused with
snippetalk as strands of
now (to me; t’you – then…).

A scene translated
by me, with my hair tied-up.
(Cabot Corner; 22/03/21; 4.14午後)

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