2 thoughts on ““Pink Brushstrokes” Tanka 1051

    • Blew me away: wide, long calligraphy strokes trying to surround a still-shining morning full moon, which in fewer than three minutes morphed to a dull gray though still pacing the westward-setting moon. In 10 more minutes the clouds had gone puffy white and no longer were brush strokes, but sported a gray underside slap on each of the three clouds morphing into yet another eye-spell-binding look heavenward. I could spend more lives than a cat cataloging cloudshapes and interactions with sun-and-moon.

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