L'aura del Campo

An untitled tanka [168.141a]

[untitled tanka]

Orange moon.
Smoke through pine.
One heavy bag.

The old poet mumbles.
The fire within must be fed.

© Kåre Enga [168.141a] 2011-09-10

Barbara at Fact & Fiction mentioned haiku on Saturday so I wrote 3 "tankas". This was the first one, based on having left Orange Food Farm with a heavy sack of groceries. The almost full moon was orange from smoke in the air. I saw it through tall pines.

It needs to be tweaked and edited. And it is best thought of as tanka-like.

However, this is the version I chalked in orange on the sidewalk in front of Fact & Fiction on Sunday.

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