14 November 2021
Out, said the mountain
Fuji-san in Seattle
Bow at train window
Out, said the woman
Loving the mountain for its
Hiddenness like hers
A break in the light
In cloud in reason broken-
ness is also joy
The cave of the heart
Open, one cat on railing
Nose raised birds are out
In cave of the ear
They twitter, another form
Safer to fight
Through sliding glass pane
Two cats scrape transparency
Claws mirroring claws
Miming violence
Images without plot lines
I can’t remember
No interior
Visual sense: see blue diamond
She says, I see none
Usher up baseball
Diamond and blue sky at mid-
brain like flag on mail-
box: layer with scotch
Tape, child’s collage, magazine
Remnants on poster
Board: life, my friends, is
If you tell me to, I see
Says my son, who sees
Ghosts projected on walls
Your other mother and I
I said are pulling
For you, family text-
ures, ghosts and non-ghosts, do you
Talk to your parents
He asks me and I
Say yes, all the time, somewhere
Between monologue
And song, between in
And out, through doors etched with lines
To navigate light
Folded umbrella
Flowers my son bought for me
Pale anthuriums
Still life as chance op
Chance ops adding up to plot
Google’s little men.
--for Sangha
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