Fleeting Songs, Eternal: the tanka & the sonnet
Little song. Short song.
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
Now sparse the signs of entropied life sit, floating despite th’impossibility.
Shape ‘n send forw’d the currents riv’ring by! With your time-warped scraps the bed doth lie suffused!