do I smile
at blushing skies?
If scented, I’d smell
peach—my mouth waters—though
the window glass is frosted,
the peach, only a memory,
a dream of what was, or what could be.
Time, meandering in my head always
circling around, forming connections, here
cascading like a waterfall, or
a shooting star, streaking, trailing
glimmers of light as it falls–
and then, the dinosaurs
gone in random strike,
like a question
Sunrise this morning was such a beautiful peach color.
This double etheree is for NaPoWriMo, Day 2, where the prompt is to write a poem that ends with a question. It is also for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, and dVerse, where Amaya asks us to use “cascade” or write a cascade poem. Poetry Month! I wish I could sit and write poetry all day. So many prompts; too little time.