2 summer tanka

Deer in the hayfield –
the dogs watch from a distance
from beneath the pines,
ears cocked, knowing their own minds
with the sureness of old hills.

A midsummer night
breathes strangely erotic dreams
through open windows
clairvoying eleven does
wandering in the shadows.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, endurance athlete, retired public health planner
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