Gogyohka 10.10.09

Poem posts
from Japan
arrive on my screen
every morning
like a basket of dreams

Teenagers
call us out
when we're afraid
to be ourselves
and love us when brave

drum circle
next to
a school for the deaf
somehow
students are dancing

the leaf carpet
has turned
the squirrels
into crashing giants
with thorhammer tails

A woman alone
skates a wide march
under the trees
smiles at the racket
she's kicked up

walk, if you want,
on the paved path
the garden provides
I'll be next to you
in the bumpy grass

Trees have pulled back
the hems of their gowns
to reveal
a wide naked view
all the way to cars