star streak, dressed
in fire, across a mountainscape,
across buried souls in bodies
and bones. A silent cry, silver
tail follows, in an instant
there, gone, fading light swallowed
by the dark.
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
star streak, dressed
in fire, across a mountainscape,
across buried souls in bodies
and bones. A silent cry, silver
tail follows, in an instant
there, gone, fading light swallowed
by the dark.