Where are you? Here—filing 2025 taxes. We are made To send portion Of what we earn. Yearly dread— A cluttered table With Federal and State forms. Numbers line up, Finding places— No joy, a task. Finally, a refund. I hold it As if it knows What I’ve given.
Category: Reflection
Scissors
Sharpened scissors trim frayed corners, Fitting into yesteryears, Pasting moments— Shades of Korean, German, English. Memory words bloom, No lightning strikes silent “e”s. Scissors can’t cut language stone Reforming like ebb and tide. I keep pasting— Fractions to whole to pieces. Blue keeps bleeding. Do not peel the corners Where winters sleep. Even scissors rest. … Continue reading Scissors
Map of Returning
I return to the pages, To gather my pieces, Grinding time into shape— Somewhere a potter’s wheel Keeps turning. The air still trembles, As if it were pouring Something unnamed On a map of returning. Tangled, braided secrets And blank pages, And the revolving door. Bain-marie Keeps it warm.
Ring of Fire 