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