Like a misquoted line (three tanka poems)

Like a misquoted
line from a poet you thought
you’d read, let’s exchange
random anxieties endured
out of context and time.

On the margins of
a used book I devotedly
returned to was a note,
in blue, from its old owner,
who might have been in love once.

As the moon slumps in,
the horizon eases into
my subconscious — when
sleep sets us apart tonight,
let’s seep into a dream.

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