The first-quarter moon
 
shines through my kitchen window—
 
every dish lights up.

 
 

near the kitchen sink
 
by the blueberries you rinsed
 
a terse farewell note

 
 

white bowl, purple plums,
 
song sparrow at my window—
 
kitchen pilgrimage

 
 
 

On the kitchen shelf
 
dust lays itself down each night
 
among the teacups.

 

 
 
 

First sorrow of spring—
 
my mother’s teacup shatters
 
on the kitchen floor.

 
 
 

Rainy afternoon—
 
my cat and her black kitten
 
sleep in the kitchen.

 
 
 

Yesterday’s teacup
 
still sits in my kitchen sink—
 
the kettle whistles.

 
 
 

Yesterday’s teacup
 
still sits in the kitchen sink,
 
waiting to be washed.

 
 
 

At my journey’s end,
 
a cricket in the kitchen
 
seems to welcome me.

Mangos

 
 
 

Near the kitchen sink
 
three mangos in a white bowl
 
draw clouds of fruit flies.