yes!
a saucer. chopsticks. kimchee. kimchee. kimchee
kimchee. kimchee. beer and kimchee.
tongue and tummy and grin and kimchee. kimchee
and (did i mention…?) kimchee!
a saucer. chopsticks. kimchee. kimchee. kimchee
kimchee. kimchee. beer and kimchee.
tongue and tummy and grin and kimchee. kimchee
and (did i mention…?) kimchee!
today: first buds on the smoking tree, pale greeny
white, more bright white plum flowers show
a seagull circles, silent. schoolkids screech
what am i forgetting?
embarrassed to sleep, I bask in a lavender moon
air washed clean by a week of rain
i wake to the sound of my friend’s old piano. it’s true:
i’m so tired of being alone
first full moon, plum blossoms, fireworks of pink
laugh through the storm’s final splashes
within these lifeless limbs a subtle warmth
i always seem to forget
these friends, so rare, so unexpected. night
of heartfelt talk and beer. so soon
we’ll part, and i’ll most likely spill some word
i’ll instantly regret