Tanka

last night
Muscovy ducks floated through
my dreams ...
this morning, I swallow back
an unsung love song

I long
to soar again
wrap me
in the soft down
of your warm wings

when finally
my chest was opened
to mend this ailing heart
they found a small boy
playing hide-and-seek

Cinqku Noir

her lips
painted dark
with black nightshade—
one long kiss to guide this
last dream

                                                                                                © Michael L. Evans

Loch Raven Review Fall 2005 — Vol. I, No. 1
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