Window

outside the window

café tableau 

a man 

I do not know 

outside the window

stately Gingko

transforms 

Autumn yellow

Abating

I have lost all my photographs

and with this hazy, irritating vacant slate 

anticipate that you will also save me in the snap

shot of eyes attempting to focus again

as it is hot then cold then hot again

and everything I witness disappears as quickly

as I attempt to begin over again, alleyways simply

alleyways, and trees but fleeting watercolors in wind.

Cupboard Weather: Monastery

Last night I dreamed

you saved my life

in fear I sought refuge 

the Buddhists' kindly meditations 

the choice between sweet scented papaya and a large pear 

were too much for me

as were the city towers with row upon row of identical concentric windows 

I hid from the woman who conjures while she listens at doors 
reads the letters on her tenants' computers

the woman who lived in a building with stone foundations waiting for the sea to rise

the faces of Buddha and Jesus pushing through walls of basalt

the monks readying the abbey for nightfall 

the door that opened on the bench

where you sat reading and waiting 
to save my life

Haiga

early camellia

entices the striped bee

Autumn appointment

Shi

angles

to

cut

souls

Journal

heat and noise transform

the quiet Sunday café

he writes cool silence

Cupboard Weather: October, Week 27: Early

Autumn appeared today

cool and golden between two waves of heat

the air softens the space between 

the lens and the house

earlier there were roses

now the camellias ready their tight- furled buds

for a cold morning beautiful 

enough to bloom