“And She Smelled Good, Too!”


Gorgeously haired

post-teen in tight short-shorts lets

a dragon crawl past.*

 

  • (Patience, dear reader: the Tanka tells more.  The young lady’s greeting smile and wave outshone the sun I was taking while transplanting peppers and tomatoes on the shaded table outside the front door as she jogged past Maple Avenue en route to somewhere splendid I am sure: after all, she would be going there.  The Dragon? Oh yes: dragon.  A mystery still to me as well.  The Tanka tells more.)

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