Heat pulses across
The city. A gasp of wind
To cool the skin, I
Walk up hills and down the streets
Wishing for the winter rain.
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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
Heat pulses across
The city. A gasp of wind
To cool the skin, I
Walk up hills and down the streets
Wishing for the winter rain.
Liked this poem? Read Karl’s City or A Show.