La Roche de la Croix
what a view the pirates had
from the limestone ledges
of Tower Rock
the Mississippi so low
I can retrace their footsteps
La Roche de la Croix
what a view the pirates had
from the limestone ledges
of Tower Rock
the Mississippi so low
I can retrace their footsteps
"Were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a flood"
Job 22:16
Crossing the Dunes
flood waters rushing
through the Sahara
as though it were a biblical tale
the palm trees standing
in their own reflections
red circles under my eyes
the injury
of a mosquito bite
takes longer to heal
than the first assault
summer began with
the long drive to get there
grandma's front porch
from rice and old bottle caps
we made our own tambourines
approaching train
a boy with his hands
over his ears
as if the noise were gunshots
on the Fourth of July
an old woman seated
on a low railing
she faces the windows
with rooms as dark
as her black sweater
harvest time
a bale of hay tied
to the horse's back
by a boy who looks younger
than the horse
the future shaped by
the boy's pointed elbows,
the curve of the haystack,
and the bend
in his grandmother's back
the steady gaze
of gravediggers
two with clenched hands
as though they were still
holding their shovels
Tribute to Vivian Maier
I am currently reading the biography of "the mystery woman," Vivian Maier. There were certain aspects of her childhood that I could relate to.
It's been a while since I've written a tribute. Some of the tanka will be posted here and others on a separate tribute page.
in her woolen swing coat
with oversized buttons
from the 50s
the self-portrait of a woman
who's ready for winter
La Roche de la Croix what a view the pirates had from the limestone ledges of Tower Rock the Mississippi so low I can retrace their footsteps