Barbara A. Taylor, AU

 

 

Tanka   lights through darks a sailing full moon on my birthday… three score years and two in this, the year of the ox     drifting, merging gray clouds spiral at noon— gunsmoke signals primordial amoebae seahorses sailing by     new morning overnight demons gone I awake to start a day of laughter     occasionally I rub smooth breasts… spring fever cedar oil on ebony bringing the goddess alive