My Tanka in The Art of Haiku

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*** Greeting the first rains after months of soaring heat the lone rose flutters little petals to the ground echoing our first embrace *** Is it her quietus that she roars in herself like a sea waves upon waves leaps upon herself? *** Before the foamy water could sting her vulva a jellyfish passed through the crotch making her shy — the sea whispered a new song *** The power goes off suddenly summer heat chokes in bed sleepless she turns undoing a hook or two of her tight bra *** The bamboo garden we picknicked and made love in is now all concrete — managing environment and pollution control R. K. SINGH