Tanka by Vanessa Proctor
summer evening
wisteria the same colour
as the sky
you say my dress
makes you think of clouds
Stylus
the coolness
as we swim deeper
each ripple
catching the sky
Stylus
my childhood beach
just the same
now as we jump the waves
my mother holds
onto me
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late afternoon
the scent of woodsmoke
outside the funeral home
a delivery truck stacked
with
coffins
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dusk
the gathering wingbeats
of flying foxes
measuring the hours
with thoughts of
you
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