The dove's
mournful lament
invades the empty house.
Dawn reveals faded photographs
and dust.
Origami
Heron
after heron
thrown into the bonfire.
Come dawn, they take flight—and eclipse
the sun.
The
Samurai, Retired
Sparse strokes
on rice paper:
Mt. Fuji in winter.
Infinity, Now—and the Bridge
between.
Lunch Hour
Nomads
for Ann
Gorman
Guitars
ring through empty
back offices, playing
to an audience of muted
echoes.
