Letter From Fukushima ~ koyomi renku

Omote



a glance and a nod
then right out that door --
deep spring snow


the moving guys squat
wrestling the quilt box


ebb tide
releasing its grip
on our indiscretions


in a jerry built shack
 under comma shaped clouds


timid steps
on icy slate, moonlight
through an iron grate


two cocktail rings
merge on top the bar




Ura



after we finish
belly laughs
wobble the bed springs


departing geese bode
auguries on the wind


this new appliance
sends a text
when the colors are done


in haikai spirit
a letter from Fukushima


trumpet vine
and Gospel hymns rise
across the sea wall


 a bright sting of salt
in damp morning air





February 2, 2011, edited

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