Fog slips into the
city a symphony of
sirens horns and shouts.
Let time swallow me up and
keep me here safe and sound.
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Fog Slips
Tag: tanka poem
Stellar’s Jay
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
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Another Day
Morning doves coo coo
Aroma of fresh coffee
Another day starts
Blue sky above the city
Ocean kissing the beaches
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In Flames
Froth on a cold lager
Hint of citrus, orange grapefruit
Enjoy the peace, watch a show
As the world changes in flames
As the cycle nears death.
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A Drink
A drink for the night
Crisp golden ale with some chips
A show, a laugh, yes
Simple moments like this to
Take the mind away once more.
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