She

The haiku I would write for you
were illustrated with my sketches, watercolors or
Japanese prints I found in magazines or
postcards from that used bookstore that we
would browse, buy poetry, and read aloud.

 

print

 

I thought of you as my muse.
Eastern and yet so Western. Younger but
also older than me in some ways.
The poem you left on the bed 
with an erotic print which I misinterpreted.

 

print

Your side of the bed
was still warm, then cold all morning,
afternoon, night, like the Moon

 

Looking at the old photo of you
taking a photo of me hasn’t faded
though we separated five hundred Moons ago.
Thinking of you with each daylily bloom.
Flowering, falling, returning anew and yet old.

The Belt of Venus

belt of venus

Image via Woomera

At dawn, the Earth’s shadow is blue-grey

and above it is a pink band –

the Belt of Venus wrapping our world.

Shadow ascending in the east, as west

sun sets,  her belt and robe dropping.



(The shadow of the Earth is curved like the Earth and extends hundreds of thousands of miles into space. When it “touches” the moon, there is a lunar eclipse. A partial lunar eclipse will occur in the Eastern Hemisphere on the night of August 7-8, 2017.)