In a dream

I walk by this park

covered
in
newly

fallen snow

Everywhere I go

flying birds

Prairie wind of past

In a picture frame, the dog

lies close to my leg

snow falls from the trees

breathing in unison

silence

and combustion

Omniconsciousness

    something

doesn’t have to

exist

Coffee Jazz Tanka

    it was a good choice

the jazz music she put on

a moment ago

a note made me giggle

when i wrote it

i did again