Tanka #9 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems
Tanka #9 from Folded Paper Bleeds: A Collection of Tanka Poems

Swallow’s symphonic
flight silhouettes against dusk.
Cold winter sky grays.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Banking southward
wings abandon sullen sky.

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