Aubade Tanka

By L. Lamar Wilson

Buzzards figure-eight

over browned pampas, stalk whiffs

of beheaded cane’s

corpses in spindly, bare limbs.

Full, we spoon, milk noon’s languor.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2021)

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L. Lamar Wilson’s documentary poetics animates Sacrilegion (Carolina Wren Press, 2013) and The Changing Same (POV Shorts, 2019), a collaboration with Rada Film Group, which streams at American Documentary and airs on PBS. His poems often center communities like Burden Hill in his provincial Florida Panhandle hometown, Marianna.

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