I skipped the Bamiyan Buddhas for an armchair
a blend of tsun (to pile things up) and doku (to read).
Pelicans chase a fishing boat upriver
impatient with Basho’s cypress tree and sabi
. . . that cider-sweet afternoon in 71
The curfew unexpected. The Russians were coming.
My body reacts to Oystercatchers . . .
5,000 years ago, physicians tried to treat sore heads,
unripe sky, shapeless cloud, each breath, no waste . . .
Watagan Mountains and William Cowper
