The boiling blackcurrant’s sipped; thrown.
A water flower.
The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.
Lapped at by the coursing mirrored-sky.
あす は 水 が へ 空 を かえります.
Paddling swan in feathers.
The dog’s bark ricochets in waves that break ‘gainst seagull’s calling.
Day-drinker ponders; rises; leaves the poem.
Do you hear?
People-watching; people, watching me.
Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.
In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.