154. THURSDAY

 154.

THURSDAY

The weather perfect,
we met for a picnic lunch,
cold beers and sun tea.
He asked me to marry him;
I brought dill pickles and chips.


*comments welcome


TANKA
Five lines, traditionally following
strict 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.
I have not tried this form before but
Vince Gutera inspired me with
his wonderful poems about his mother.

He makes it look easy, but it's not.

I hope I did it right.


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