sounds of heavy rain
refrigerator is hushed
I can hear my thoughts
六十六
sounds of heavy rain
refrigerator is hushed
I can hear my thoughts
六十六
struts and shocks are shot
on our old sturdy Camry
wife wants a new car
with no dashboard cassette deck
for my Eagles collection
六十六 (Rewrite)
a woman falls down
entangled by five shrill dogs
the new dog walker
六十六
in “V” formation
my cats run interference
till I reach the fridge
六十六
drop by drop by drop
that bamboo pail grows fuller
bangs on a boulder
a gunshot scaring away
deer feasting in the garden
六十六
clockwork of water
the bamboo vessel swings down
strikes a drum of stone
六十六
swallowed by tall grass
sign posts of a lonely road
same, my memories
六十六
beacon of spring
woman in a day-glo dress
waits for her latte
六十六
slate sky, empty sails
stuck in the horse latitudes
days of no motion
六十六
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