Tanka

cola cap moons 
pressed into blacktop 
hold fixed orbits 
in the tar baby 
trapped southern sunshine

we peel pears 
on the back porch steps 
hands swarm with bees 
who lap the nectar 
and leave a tickle

cicada 
levered outside husk 
ascends afresh 
after long slumbers 
to soar for a breath

cold seeps 
under the door 
kettle trills 
to rouse one from dreams
of glacial ages

bruise blue sky 
stoplights lift and swing 
front moves in 
lightning strikes reveal 
the crack between worlds

bare fruit tree 
with one persimmon 
fall foliage 
not just colored leaves 
also their absence

thunder fades 
steam clouds billow 
from soaked fence 
raindrops tap and dance 
sun shafts sweep the meadow

SKETCHBOOK #5 -Issue 2 - March/April 2010

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