monday inventory
octet
(1/16/17)
blooming cherry bonsai on
a calendar;
poem with its sentiment
edited out—
a dilapidated spiral-bound
fake book,
pages loose; scribbled
numbers on maize Post-It—
selected Du Fu with photo
of a junk
sailing Qutang Gorge in
grayscale; black-palmed
gloves on an armchair,
guitar back in its case:
they say the night is
coming with freezing rain
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tuesday inventory
octet
(1/17/17)
a medicine cabinet
perhaps, slate
gray, wood left unsanded
on purpose, it stands
on the cedar table;
inside: the seated
Budai, a kaleidoscope,
brown glass bottle
unearthed on an Idaho
road, a chestnut,
one maneki-neko, a boxwood
turtle
willed
to you, postcard quoting Midsummer Night’s
Dream sent years ago from a girl I danced with
Jack Hayes
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