Tarot

A card from the deck—

is it her life’s direction

or a delusion?

Honeyed

honeyed words

melting on the tongue

haiku cake

small shadow

on a torrid day

great fortune

awakening

old shaman washes the sun

with tears of joy

old storyteller

the trick is waiting for words

to land on the tongue

seduction

even in summer

hot chocolate

Trapped inside these walls—

no tree, no herb, no flower—

I sing the pink moon.

how the pigeons coo

as I yawn and rub my eyes

at 7 a.m.

how belfry pigeons

pecking at cooling raindrops

toll the monks to lauds

in my cup

yesterday’s coffee

bitter dregs