Tanka Thoughts

as I round the bend

this Friday my nose twitches

is that fresh-mowed grass 

I smell  a weekend free

to play, to float, to just be

                        ****

when the new puppy came 

Jimmy, the dog in residence,

showed his dominance –

he took his treat and dropped it

at the interloper’s feet

****

willow, they say you are weeping

what if it’s more than that –

you could be reaching

out to heaven AND earth

as the wise often do

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               JDG

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