Southwest Washington Tanka
Kayla Wildman
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the burnt railroad bridge
its ragged posts slanting this way and that a blue heron, shoulders hunched, reflected in the quiet creek * * * little by little leaf by leaf spring is hiding the stone-edged pool in this small wood * * * oblivious to the beauty of daisies the man with his mower the shepherd with her sheep * * * a raggedy row of old wooden posts blocking a channel in the river the waterbirds vote yes * * * so gradually the wild plum’s pink petals drop to float on the black water of the shady wood’s pool * * * the old stone lion stands proudly on his pedestal on his majestic mane and his fierce face green moss growing * * * this way and that way the butterfly– how free, how simple a life with no desire beyond the next flower |
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