Dotting the eye

Dotting the eye

Two entries into a Tanka Diary

Are you
a person that dots your "i"s as you come to them
or do you wait
until the word is done and hasten
back to complete unfinished business?

Does the
syntax of your life
demand
immediate attention to detail or can you set-a-spell
and return to add the finishing touches?



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