Birds fly, calls echo
In the Golden Gate Park and
I slink across trails
Stellar’s Jay lands to explore
I wonder what I’m seeking
Have a few poems you’d like help with? I’m a beta reader.
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
Birds fly, calls echo
In the Golden Gate Park and
I slink across trails
Stellar’s Jay lands to explore
I wonder what I’m seeking
Have a few poems you’d like help with? I’m a beta reader.