Morning light reflecting
from sunglasses – I try
to catch her eye.
Quiet ocean
waves and gull wings
open when you call
Rainy tearing skies
tears falling windblown sideways
possum gloves warming
Soon there will be rain,
its smell permeates the air -
I breathe more deeply
Steaming, smoky grey
skeletal cranes piercing the sky -
the docks pulse with life.
Summer balcony
autumn clouds rolling over
soon night is falling.
The ‘Wild Ways’ of Ikkyu
weighing down my back pocket -
never a monk, me.
Through a stitch
in cloud -
Touches of morning
you felt like the warmth in dreams
your scent on my skin
Train song overhead -
like thunder
for a moment
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