in San Francisco
the rain pours wind rips clouds sail
it’s March I drink tea
in early mornings at home
seagulls cry cable car dings
Written in Tanka form, I’m dabbling a bit here. What do you think? Leave a comment.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
in San Francisco
the rain pours wind rips clouds sail
it’s March I drink tea
in early mornings at home
seagulls cry cable car dings
Written in Tanka form, I’m dabbling a bit here. What do you think? Leave a comment.