Far-off deer cry
a whistling October ideogram
not found in the sutras
a script for simple living
the balm that wakens the world
he gestures angrily
at Dakshina Kali
creek crescent moon creek
knotting the tsutsumi cloth
before arriving at her home
he follows the black
throated jay with sad eyes
vague clouds icy ravines
painting in the pupil of daruma
wish for a smooth migration
on the hill-god masks
spooky silver eyes --
we bathe them in June
the freshly washed corpse with
flowers braided in his beard
lit with a blue sheen
where two granite rocks narrow
the rough creek
ruptures of earth, the shift
of fault lines, cleaving of loam
Kalidasa saw
sub-aquatic fires erupt from the
gods' love-making
the closing of roadways, sharp
rubber melt of goodyear tires
what year was it
under the coke-smudged moon
oil on the mallard's wings
