Tanka #3 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems
Tanka #3 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems

Wide blades sway sunward.

Mowed grass dries in formation.
Bailed cubes - winter feed.
Hay for bovine - milk to mouth.
Sun turned white - strengthens our bones.

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