a fish through the hands will write a list of future accomplishments gulp the last tepid tea and remember I’m somehow the narrator though my training is in watch repair once a thriving industry in days when many people were killed by and these days you don’t know who to believe when you take your pants off but that’s the way it’s always been at least when you climb that tree to look at the moon you can just remember the sound of the first sparrow through her curls
Tag Archives: tea
late January
the tea
black as coffee
another cup of tea I didn’t taste summer clouds
red clouds this morning the garbage truck backs into my tea
haiku and other animals 