October 5th, 2009


Home again

And mostly in one piece, which is little short of miraculous, given travel with a cold.

And we followed the moon home.


Soma's porcelain teacup sits
creamy full on pewter clouds
in the indigo night

Slowly the sky-skinned boy reaches
-- star-eyed feathers shiver
a laugh

Slowly he spills
just a little

O! open your mouth to the rain.