wing-walking

a selection of Tanka Poets on Site prompts:

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leaf by yellow leaf

the squirrel lines its drey …

she has gone

to gather kindling,

the child I used to be

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a sycamore seed

in the wings of autumn

waiting for the breath

that is my cue

to dance

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green

is the scent of summer. . .

not yet five

the pod in my hand

plump with peas

~

I plot a course

between the brightest stars,

a Viking maid

sailing the simmer dim . . .

this first breath of salt-air

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flurries of starlings

with winter on their wings

the poetry

of homemade seedcake

in my daughter’s hands

~

through rust-stained dreams

rain’s syncopated rhythm

since your words

made a tin roof

of my heart

~

they call him a weed

and suddenly he sees

only dandelions

sun-rayed, or drifting by

their heads in the clouds

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rock to rin gong

how far from there to here?

copper is my hair

in the morning light

and your touch is my song

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barnstorming

a loop-the-loop of stars

one last barrel roll

before the dream has me

wing walking on a new day

~

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