Tuesday, July 10, 2012




a room scented 
with Christmas dinner--
hard to find
any trace of contempt
in your smile


the diver
continues to hunt
the  wrecked ship
---a swarm of silver fishes
---follow his trail 


puffy clouds
crowning blue mountains
makes me recall
the yogurt on your nose
the day it rained wild


the lady
in her red kimono
eyes his path—
rugged steps leading to
a stone built monastery


sixteen bearers
carrying a bride
in a palanquin--
red sorghum grasses
waving in gentle wind


two cottages
in the moonlight
one empty with ruin
the other full
of your memories


she stands here
arms akimbo  watching
leaves fall—
the little red rooster
calls it a day

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