Holding down the sinking sun,
clouds clean and clump the
crimson reds together pressing
them against the dark blue sea.
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
Holding down the sinking sun,
clouds clean and clump the
crimson reds together pressing
them against the dark blue sea.