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