alone now
the drake’s wash
at both banks

tall pines —
I’ll never be ready
to go home

sweet peas
pulling the color
from the sky

crowds
at the meat market
incense mingles

intermission
sharing an awning
with the rain

bush trail
the astonishing colour
of jellybeans

drifting seed fluff . . .
the rented horse
knows an hour’s worth

Venetian vase
the glass blower pauses
to admire a cloud

Chinese opera
her voice inside
my teacup

deep thunder —
a blue tail skink
slips under the door