a come on
one turns to one who is not there, and whispers “watch.” to which no one replies “i’m waiting.” then one imperceptibly prepares to sing. “now, listen.”
one turns to one who is not there, and whispers “watch.” to which no one replies “i’m waiting.” then one imperceptibly prepares to sing. “now, listen.”
with spring unfolds the drama of the nasalrealm: the first-kiss-swoon of jasmine, the sweet domestic bliss of fresh-mowed grass, the pollen’s filing-for-divorce
five years that i’ve not had to wonder where i’m sleeping but the seeking mind is hard to train back from a walk, i notice that yesterday’s cherry blossoms are already littering the ground
duck duck duck duck (sunset) duck duck duck duck [freewayriver] coot [lagoon] gopher (in-breath) gopher (out-breath) gopher EYES (i found my poem)
neglecting my paperwork, i fill a tube with wind dueling with a gang of songbirds for nobody’s attention–(not even the spiders’). my friend will arrive to find dust, and an empty teapot