dawn, a fine rain

dawn, a fine rain

 

dawn a fine

rain across

the valley

in streetlights

fixed as if

on seams of

coal in a

miner’s dream

everything

brought

to the surface

in rain

the valley

crackling with

katsura river

           

katsura river

the river
smooth as stone
an evening green
veining the shallows
tree-dark
the river swiftens on.

after the boats are tethered
vagrant dreams
knocking against the
low wood.

steam room

        steam room

                  for Keikei

in the

steam room

that spill of

cold water

on to your

hair from

the bottle in

your upraised

hand

statuesque

in light

through the

just opened

door

licked