Evening chores


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“Evening chores”    (a Tanka)

The wind mutes no song
on warm clouds, white’s a flyin’,
I share the music
with Anna, with Blue ‘fore the
thunder churns a sapphire dusk song.

Behold! the western
enemy comes crashing at
our knees, a whipping
vengeance upon field ‘n beast.
Each man rolling up his share

of the land. Mighty
is the hand of God even
on the righteous and
the strong. On muted wind no
man can hide a silent song.


~J.lynn Sheridan~


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