drums along the side-
walk buckets upside down they
beat and sing echoing
words sunrise to dark and I
slip through sound gazing at sky
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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
drums along the side-
walk buckets upside down they
beat and sing echoing
words sunrise to dark and I
slip through sound gazing at sky
Liked this poem? Try Raven Croaks.