How about a few recent poems to read?

Tanka 256

the bitter skitter
skip hop non-stop storm coming
wind jerks at my hair
tangle-skein weather knitter
thinks I’m a knot in the yarn
5/28/21

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Shadorma 356

peony
lives in ebony
ink on white
rice paper
long after petals fade and
pink falls on the grass
5/28/21

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This poem is inspired by my little granddaughter. I am anticipating, as she is too small for any of this right now, but it won’t be long. I’m remembering my own very early driving days, too, I guess.

Driving the Streets of This City

well, the baby had a car
small and about a hundred percent plastic
right
but it was a car with a full tank of fruit juice
and it rode fine
her driving technique less finesse
than frayed
but she found a way to crank this roadster out of park
and she hit the open road
snaking and sliding and finally
skidding out on the slick surface
of the kitchen floor
she’s a smart lady and she knows
when the ride’s played out –
she left that car slewed stove-side
and she hitchhiked out of there
courtesy of a nice lady who came looking for her
with the offer of a place to sleep
the car picked up a tow later that evening
landed at a nice garage nosed tight into a space
everything’s going to be new in the morning
good night, everyone

5/28/21

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