Monday, April 23, 2012

Chapter End

Japanese White Eye, Zosterops japonicus, juvenile

Soon everything on the farm will be gone. Already
the tractor, lumber, Mike’s chair, a cast-iron pot
have gone for good. Customer cars juggle in & out
of parking slots. Keikis call me Auntie, lay 
their heads in my lap before marking the white sofa 
with black-bottomed feet, scattering books I might 
not keep. Ciao to hand-painted plates I brought 
from Italy to Cali to Carolina to Hawaii. Aloha 
to the double-bladed axe, to ratchet-action loppers
cane knives & the chainsaw once the bidding war 
was won. Sold are the food-grade buckets 
once filled with kilos of nuts, rice, & beans 
to feed us through Y2K. Now goes my chair.
The comforter off our bed. But not my knives.
Ditto the camera, shoelaces, shaving mirror, Mike.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

pwoermd #7

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Goodbye, full moon

Goodbye, full moon in your slow fall behind the sunrise-red peaks.
Goodbye without grief, with delight, because you will be back, tonight.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Poking up from oculto's hole

Poking up from oculto’s hole a twitching nose I cover swiftly with dirt
& gravel, three times I bury before I dig & find a blinking toad. 

pwoermd #1


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