Three Tanka for Summer
A few short poems of flowers and rain
THREE TANKA FOR SUMMER
a lone butterfly approaches blooming flowers while above, dark clouds signal summer’s arrival— inevitable slowing * the pattering rain falls with wanton abandon singing summer songs to my heart enclosed within the safety of solid walls * the roadside blossoms form an island of yellow bobbing in the breeze from a line of passing cars travelling nowhere at all
WEEKEND POTPOURRI:
Currently on repeat:
A(nother) tanka:
PERSON OF THE PLAYFUL STAR: TANKA [I LISTEN TO SONGS]
By Tada Chimako
I listen to songs of someone handsome at the apex of night the Milky Way overflows the stars boil over and fall
