Poems small and weightless enough to blow away on the wind.
…
Gold leaf falling fast—
Catch the laughter as it flees!
The time for apples,
Ironed shirts, and holding hands
With handsome boys in woolen coats.
…
You forgot my name?
Ah, but look, it’s written there,
Rolled into your sleeve.
…
Kenji once cried so hard,
His tea leaves turned as salty
As the Pacific Sea.
…
Oh!
How
handsome
the swallows
are looking today,
now that their sorrowing is done.
…
Dear
sir—
If you
would like to
know if I love you,
come find me by the linden tree.
…
Pray, tell me
however you grew to be
so trapped inside my soul.
My heart hasn’t been this glad
since the day
I was born.
…
I cannot write these anymore,
I cannot write a poem.
All the fancy’s gone from me,
A long, long way from home.