tanka – Page 2 – My husband's poetry

anti-malarial tanka

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heavy air morning single drop breaks pond surface no wind, almost rain brown duck spreads wings flies away I wish the skeeters would, too 6-30-23

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at the edge of rain empty cup by unlit fire dark wet circles form lunch simmers in the crockpot maybe I should go inside 2-11-2024

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sights and sounds of spring birds sing love songs in the woods bright azaleas bloom yellow pollen coats the ground lone fisherman casts his line