a stone
next to a frozen pond
I long to skip
to another time
another place
Author: Don Miller
Don Miller lives in southern New Mexico, USA. He has been writing tanka since the early 1980s, and has had his tanka, tanka sequences, tanka prose, and other short-form poetry published on a somewhat regular basis in various print and online journals since the early 2000s.
day at the park
picnic blankets blanketed
with cherry blossoms
drought
the rain gauge
two-tenths dust
I am drawn
to the darkness
drifting through an arroyo
the distant call
of coyote
razor sharp
with his divisiveness
wrapping
the border wall
in concertina wire
returning
to the vanishing point
in the blue hour
five lonely notes
of a mourning dove
folding prayers. . .
a thousand paper cranes
kindling
this flame
for peace
late innings in the stands gathering dust
Flashpoint 572
In early May he assisted with logistics and media on one of the big forest fires burning in northern New Mexico. This was my son’s first battlefield
drought
a cactus wren sips
from the garden hose