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sails bend across the lake
winds turning,
twisting to oblivion
ant carries sand
dodging foaming surf
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08 Wednesday Jul 2015
Posted in Childhood, Nature, Nested tanka, Pentwater, Seasons
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Perfect tanka, focused on what you observe in the moment!
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Thank you. So good to hear from you.
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Love the sense of motion in this, and am captivated by that surf-dodging ant.
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Thanks. Ants should run the world!?
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I have the utmost respect for their abilities, as long as they’re not in my kitchen.
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Agreed!
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