smell you later

soft winds

start without you knowing

and when they're done you

wish you saw them sooner

but no surrey on top

despite miles' many allusions

leave it alone

while it can be handled easily

the trick of waiting is

not wanting

but who does that

without running yourself over

twice

blow Hank blow

so the breeze

will pick me off my knees

chin raised in triumph

of urge over efficacy


on transience

They change,
though you don't see it
in the color of their faces
these blossoms that are the hearts
of the people of this world.

Poem: "smell you later" Robert Lescatre
Poem: "on transience" Ono no Komachi
Photo: Jennifer Mapes