reflecting on the surface are the wavy faces
of Basho, Buson and Issa. each carry the autumns
along, tailing jays and tethered horses rest.

i swallow all juleps' leaves. minty spring,
makes me yearn for the fallen winter, i see
him hobble along holding a baby day, frozen.

once i will look away, and when i return,
my gaze will be of a cavern of coyotes,
howling at my glow, my firelit horizon emerges.

i sit. alone, among many. the valernia--stoic.
the urvillea, coarse, dentate. soft fluid
keeps its finger holds for its ever-climbing.

most proud of me is the most common: the blue-
flowered T. Grandiflora and its large, heart-
shaped leaves smile as they overlap each other.

the sun tames us in a sigh of night, belonging
to no one, yet reachable to all. i turn and go.

05/25/2010

Posted on 05/25/2010
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