Omote
a glance and a nod
then right out that door
deep spring snow
the moving guys squat
wrestling the quilt box
ebb tide
releases its grip
on our indiscretion
in a jerry built shack
beneath comma shaped clouds
timid steps
on the icy slate, moonlight
through an iron grate
two wet cocktail rings
merge on top the bar
Ura
after we finish
belly laughs
wobble the bed springs
wings of geese beat
auguries into 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 above the sea wall
the bright sting of salt
on still morning air
February 2, 2011, edited
bandit / govindajohn
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