Thoughts left impressions
on skin and hair like dust
in the air from a fallen
building. A tension in the
air with no words said.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Thoughts left impressions
on skin and hair like dust
in the air from a fallen
building. A tension in the
air with no words said.