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
Sidewalk dark with rain Fog hangs low…
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Hazelnut coffee in the early gray morning…
Blue January sky, crips air nips…
Palm trees sway in the backyard…
Rain pours, morning sky glows gray…
Break the earth down…