POEM : after GRANDDAUGHTER OF A CELEBRATED BUDDHIST MONK by KENJI MIYAZAWA

SOMETHING
LIKE APHRODITE
RISEN
FROM OCEANS
OF
DREAMSTUFF
TRIPPING
THRU
STRONGRAINS
&
STONES
&
SNOW
ESCAPING
THE BEACHCOMBER
&
THE COKED-UP
WINESOAKED THIEVES
ALL
WASHED-UP
AT
MY DOOR
ONE TOO
MANY MORNINGS
AGO
*
SHE WOULD SLEEP
BY DAY
&
NITE AFTER NITE
SMOKED RINGS
AROUND THE MOON
STANDING
IN THE
SHADOWY DOORWAYS
BACK & FRONT
AS IF
KEEPING
AN EYE
ON ALL THINGS
PASSING
*
SITTING
WITH THAT SHINING
GEISHAFACE
SHE WOULD
 SNAP
HER FINGERS
&
HUM
HER OWN
SONGS
&
THE COBWEBS
SLOWLY
LEFT THESE
OLD BONES
&
WE DWELT
AWHILE
IN A SILENT 
SORT OF REVERIE

DIDN'T ASK
TOO MANY
QUESTIONS
*
WHO IS IT NOW
THAT CONTEMPLATES
THIS?
* * * * *
bernard hemensley
GOLDY HERMITAGE
october 2016 - february 2017
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