tanka sequence:
plainsong
taking lunch
to father in the field
we wend
our way through grain
and grasshopper song
w a i t i n g
for the hail to pass
hunkered down
between bales of hay
sisters holding hands
thunderclaps
ricochet across
the prairie
our singing lost
to wind and rain
a rainbow
arcs above our barn
scudding clouds
chase us toward the lilt
of grandmother's voice
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