How we looked into each other, how we danced through vampire nightclubs,
our intentions green and full of desire…
Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.
I take Buster out for his walk, above us, wild geese fly south, honking, going nowhere, geese without edges, no longer geese. Where did they go? asked Baso. “Away,” Hyakujo … Continue reading