Tag: tanka

we bury the moon each night and it grows through our ribs

when the flame forgets it’s a flame will the wax harden with vengeance

roots clutch earth like a body that knows its grave

saltwater dreams somewhere a bird forgets its wings

there is no darkness only flesh pretending to be alive

we too are seeds waiting for wildfires to cremate us

when machines sleep they dream of trees swaying gently in the autumn breeze

the dawn interrupts itself and the colors come crashing into bones

in the language of trees a lullaby takes root again

rivers still sing with the rhythm of worlds unwritten