Andromeda

geese’s fall farewell—

Andromeda’s freewheeling

past my north window

Farewell

Past the garden gate

a spiderweb in tatters

flutters in the wind.

breakfasting alone

crack in my jade-colored cup

with tea leaking out

first name or last name—

perhaps the old waterfall

doesn’t have either

in a single glance

taking in the almond tree

and the gnat’s left wing

in a single look

taking in the mountain range

and one white pebble

planting potatoes

during the dark of the moon

poems in their eyes

for the full spring moon

three sprigs of fresh lavender

and a pinch of salt

for keeping his words

a brush with tiny bristles

dipped in purple ink

after the harvest

trying to brush all the dirt

from the potatoes