Something simmering

chili simmering

outside leaves blanket the grass

Coltrane plays softly

my head rests on your shoulder

we sway then dip for a kiss

5.18 tanka on tuesday

I watch the sunset
in the puddle before me
reflecting clearly
scarlet and gold vividly
stretched across the horizon

Tanka on Tuesday 4.27.21

seventeen starlings
perched upon a single wire
just after the dawn
only yellow beaks showing
against the mottled greyness