Borrowed beaches
pressed with fine sand
lingering debris
of fallen trees,
bleached bones
and fish spines.
A crow caws in the distance.
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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