tanka
earthy palms
flailing in the wind-
some errant storm god
pouring his power
'cross the powdered city.
flailing in the wind-
some errant storm god
pouring his power
'cross the powdered city.
sonku
little rain chants...
when we
hve brokered
our
emotions
into sighs.
tanka
overcast skies meet-
cars rapidly heading to
find shelter, protect
their coats-we merge and remove
ourselves from this reality
©2011
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