Selected Tanka

I pressed his gift
of wildflowers
in the pages
of a heavy book . . .
that I could not get into
  
American Tanka: between cries, Issue 25, 2015 



winter rambling
I come upon snow angels
and bend
to give them halos –
she loved doing that 

Ribbons Selected Tanka, Tanka Society of America, Fall 2015


  
in the big community garden
he stares at tiny seeds
in his little hand
and whispers...
so small 

Tanka Café, Tanka Society of American, Fall 2015 



my father, the diviner –

strange title
I always thought
for a man who preferred
rum over water 

A Hundred Gourds, 5:2, March 2016 



I walk past

the street kid
holding out a dirty palm –
the gray day
begins spitting
  
Spent Blossoms Anthology, Tanka Society of America, Fall 2015 


photo:  Nitobe Japanese Garden, Vancouver - W. Bourke
  
© 2015/16 Wendy Bourke