Playing with Tanaka:

I.

I am a poet

My mind moves from thing to thing

Short phrases and bursts

All I can string together:

Just 31 syllables

II

Show up on the page

Readers don’t like long poems

Be brief and concise

Don’t fall in love with your words

Kill them clean and swift

III.

Dreams and Visions Swirl

Snow is falling from the sky

All that I forgot

The ground is covered in white

I move on to the next thought

IV.

Someone visited

I see only  footprints

Counting on my fingers

They must know a lot about me

More than I know of them

V.

I told you all my secrets

Not sure you were listening

I gave it away

Everything I owned

Just to see the sun shining