Wednesday, October 14, 2009

# 9 (in the yellow night)

it is impossible to forget
the sound of the water as it moves under the rocks
and over the rocks
past low hanging trees
bowing down to dip their branches in
and be cooled

all of this remains,
but it is like
himitsu-bako,
or a burr puzzle
and it is harder to find space
for such large pieces

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