Stone
Look close. Bluish yellow
Shimmer off unshaped
Stone. Oilslick on cresting sea,
Hazard on jungle trail,
Rainbow's frailty widens
Ahead, brings forth bone dry
Yellow remnants and tears
And tatters, brings forth
Melancholy play, brings
Sadness, life, I hear
The soul singing slow, pale
Glimmers of blue flowers.
Tinkling Japanese prints
Of the destruction of Edo,
The turmoil of our cities,
The winter of our soul.
With joy or sadness bone,
Speak to me of matters.
The grit in the throat of
words,
In my craw that must resist
Despite me, but then yield.