The Sandman comes home
Darkness cloaks the girl watching
Birds chase the sunset
Escaping a tired world
Tomorrow will start again
Tag: tanka
Sunday Evening
Undecided. It’s too hot.
Fingers dance on keys
Letters burn porcelain skin
Like hopping hot potatoes
Summer cooks short poets
The battle of tanka’s, stop.
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There is Hope
The sky cries white tears
Skadi umbrellas the land
The forest freezes
Time will melt away her scars
Idun’s song is whispering.
Charlie Ann Alford 