Tanka by Kayla

 Walt Whitman's Crystal Spring

bubbling from the sand

flowing all these years

touching many emotions

as did his poems

She's 3000 years old

I am fascinated

seeing her eyelashes

how beautiful

how delicate

Suddenly

the flame up of a match

my youth

has come 

and gone

          1

Train crossing

signals flashing

wheels clanging on rails

boxcars swaying side to side

followed by the end car

          2

It's red strobe light flashing

disappears into the darkness

the spirit

of my Father

rides into the night

Strange night sounds

chilling calls

in the darkness

I feel my way

down an unknown path