Renga: Summer
A hot wind jostles
Dry wheat from its summer sleep
Sweat slides down my cheek [CG]
or are these tears? I have dreamt
a body turned green to gold [LB]
I have yet to lose
a body weary of heat
but losing comes in fast blows
to my consciousness [KT]
yearning for the sleep of fall [LK]
I enter the field
Merging with the golden wheat
One being, one self [CG]
Sorry I got so freaking Zen on the last stanza.