Recall when we
watched the moon, a peach
rising—and
crying for
us? The sad music of dreams
and a thousand whys—
we want to
run after her and
ask of death,
of whispers,
ugly shadows, yet let it
go, to sleep, aching.
The Oracle, of course, knows everything, including the most recent example of human depravity. This is a double shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge, using synonyms for lead and follow
But here’s something else, a bit lighter. I’ve had this song in my head all week because of these prompt words–Carole King, Where You Lead.
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