afternoon delight

by an'ya

(Published 2009 Japan Tanka Journal)

jumping to the ground

from his seat on a tractor . . .

that impressed me

to this day I cannot forget

sunburned lips at harvest time


parked between rows

I used a barefoot left toe

to change the channel

on his country radio . . .

a point of no return


seems like yesterday

funny though I don't recall

all the details . . .

only that he had slow hands

and familiar talk came easy


on just a whim

I painted my toenails

a sky blue . . .

his hair and eyes were as wild

as clouds beyond the windmill


afternoon delight

amid sweet yellow field corn

sparks flew between us . . .

distant thunder came closer

as lightning charged the horizon