Always-Tanka Sequence Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Gate to west field
rusted nails bleeding into
the wind -withered wood.
A tiny strawberry smiles
amongst your lovely laughter.

Your laughter falling
about me like white blossom
becomes our kissing.
Later, still lingering there
blossoms, laughter….kisses..

Your hair scattering
across my face as we kiss
on this windy hill..
Words blown away in the air
as they transform into birds.

Your bracelets jangle
animated by your talk.
Your excited hands
telling me that you love me
more than you could ever say.