Tanka Poem | “midsummer” | Peter Galen Massey

Tanka Poem | “midsummer”

May 13, 2026 by Peter Galen Massey

your sundress was green / and your skin smelled like cut grass / music was our food / and cold death was something that / happened to other people

Posted in Tanka | Tagged Poems, Tanka | 2 Comments

2 Responses

on May 13, 2026 at 1:56 pm | Reply Anonymous

Ooof! Beautiful and with dark sadness hovering in the future.

I love your work.
- on May 14, 2026 at 4:32 pm | Reply Peter Galen Massey
  
  Thanks!

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