According to my notes, I wrote this tanka (5-7-5-7-7) in 2013 to illustrate mail art. I can’t find the image it went with, so I guess I didn’t keep a picture of it. I do wonder what it looked like, after reading this little poem.
Ancient stone ghost-trees
rise and crack the foul pink sky.
Terrified, I run,
while time reverses. Green leaves
spring out from fossil branches.