banana popsicle me
sticky fingers and chin
hopscotch me
chalked up sidewalk
and banged up knees
fireflies me
off and on orbs
in my back yard
beach me
squiggly toes
in wet rippled sand
remembering
sweet days of youth.
summer
Summer Tanka
Sunflowers
pivot eager brown faces
toward the sun
and turn away at dusk.
Nature’s solar sensors.
Photo taken in Provincetown, Cape Cod. A tanka is a 5 line poem with the following linear form: short,long,short,long,long. Sometimes it follows this syllabic form: 5,7,5,7,7.
City Life
Steaming, sassy, sultry,
she rules the hood.
Stares defiantly.
No mercy.
Sidewalks, front stoops
hallways and flats
simmer under her glare.
She dares you to be cool.
That sweltering summer sun.
