"Don’t say that my mouth

is too small to tell

of the beauty of the world."

Muso Soseki







The baby squalls, the

television shows William

Powell, our neighbor’s

sprinkler sports a rainbow.

And somewhere, under

the cover of daylight,

love crawls around, a

shadowy presence, a bit

of differentiated somethingness

which hits the mark.

All, all under the watchful

eye of the great swirling

gameboard of the ante-

diluvian and invisible stars.