Sunday, December 03, 2017

The Right Touch of Sun, Tanka Society of America Members' Anthology 2017

this hagstone
I hold to my eye . . .
suddenly,
another world looks
right through me


animal trails
curve through brush . . .
my wild feet
still yearn to follow
someone home


bluegrass blares
from loud speakers . . .
we get high
on night music
under a banjo moon


Note:

I was honoured to provide the following photographs for this anthology:












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