Depth Perception
Zane Parks
 

Mom is talking about being a young girl in North Miami. Swimming in the canals. There were reports of alligators. When she says, "The canals were bottomless," we demur. Her face reddens. She moves on to talk of staying away from the rock quarries. "They really were bottomless." Gales of laughter. Hands over her face can't hide the redness.

starry night
my reach only
arm's length

Zane Parks writes haiku, tanka, and related forms. He lives in northern California with his wife Bridget and cats Buddy and Starkbucks. His book tiny droppings (haiku and tanka) is available at Lulu.com. His website is http://www.zaneparks.com.

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