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