With Graving My Father Graved (Bussokusekika) Poem by Edwin Tanguma

With Graving My Father Graved (Bussokusekika)



With Graving My Father Graved (Bussokusekika)

When I think of seals
My favorite comes to mind
Its a small white stone
My Father made just for me
Its diatomaceous earth
With graving My Father graved

Edwin Tanguma © 5/26/2014

Monday, May 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: silly
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