Thursday, August 25, 2011

Sōseki’s Oranges

Beyond a grove of mandarins
depicted in this book I am
finishing, a flickering
candle flame unleashes a crazy
crowd of shadows. Demons dance
across the wall, TV, my toes—

everywhere except this page
I mark for you—130.
Maybe those monsters are enraged
nothing of importance lies
beyond Sōseki’s oranges

tonight. A hurricane.
Downed power lines. The grave.

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