May poems: tanka

is the loss
of two old oaks
the reason
the irises
bloomed so well?
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sparrow
wading in
then jumping ot
of the birdbath--
a windy May Day
~~

country air
rife
with aroma
of privet
and honeysuckle
~~

on the bike path
BLIND CURVE--
KEEP RIGHT
but the deer
can't read

[devised from photo by S. Breidenthal, AD-
G, May,'15]
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honeysuckle patch
hiding a bank robber
and his accomplice

[OTHER DAYS- AD-G, (Joe Broadway, Bauxite), 1965]
reprinted 5. 18. '15]
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saw it
before I heard it--
in the time it took
to write this
the rain had stopped