Blue January
sky, crisp air nips with whipping
wind. My face is cold
Seconds slip past and I feel
this new year sliding away.
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Backyard
Palm trees sway in the
backyard quiet gurgle of
the waterfall fall-
-ing into the pool, crows caw
as I close my eyes to sleep
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Green Parrot Feather
green parrot feather
on sidewalk smeared words carved in
cement I was here
sunshine warms bones and spreads wings
clouds billow and drift eastward
Fog Slips Down the Hill
Fog slips down the hill
kissing windows and roads I
slide into my mind
and wonder where you are
who you have become
A Tanka.
Little One You Look
little one you look
so cute in your pink hoodie and
i think how i’ve known
you for ten years little pup
little girl with more gray hairs
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