Stirring rings of dark,
your hand melts opaque walls
hissing in the heat
of the sun rising to kiss
your ripened summer's red lips.


Nicely done tanka, Ms. Beki

OM
I don't know about the people
But the scarecrows
all are crooked.

Issa

Games! Come! I challenge you!
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