Tag: tanka

the pigeon pacing back and forth between legs and butterflies in the gut

a pair of mynahs looking at the sky and cursing aloud

sneaking up on the old ginger cat mynahs find joy

cold dawn sleep finds us beyond the thick sea fog

violet skies and burning moons harder than you think making sense of alien worlds

the cold flap of wings sends a shiver down to the soul

dawn ethereal whales emerging from the concrete mist

bodies reel from a hint of sulfur in the evening winds

after dawn the body in a timeless state between dreams and reality