A Tanka For The Spring To Come

Image credit – Japan Objects

For The Lady In The Dulcet-Hued Bandana

The wisps of orange marshal light amidst the blue.

Now sparse the signs of entropied life sit, floating despite th’impossibility.

Through glass: the tiles, in rain-swept sick.

Hikari…

Now mourned’s the passing peace of night, its flight flown with the scorching licks of star-fire at its torn ‘n frayed heels.

Already.

The pane that stands between millennia.

Light a-righted.

Caravan; road; canopy.

Creation pained; a look that’s lost, or hid…

[Inhale.] [Exhale.]

‘Ray’byun camels c’lect their stores in sanded, varnished vista.

Th’river’s crossed.

Shape ‘n send forw’d the currents riv’ring by! With your time-warped scraps the bed doth lie suffused!