Coffee, Markets, Blossoms
My Japanese mother-in-law
born in America
tough with brokers
a smart trader
grew up working barefoot
in the Delta, on the farm.
Doesn’t like Japan.
Sits in the early morning
by the window, coffee in hand,
gazing at cherry blossoms.
Jean Koda
needing no poem.
Gary Snyder, danger on peaks: pg. 66
A THOUSAND THINGS
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Now that it will be the night of the Harvest Moon, here is an old autumn
waka by Ōe no Chisato: Looking at the moon,And feeling the sadness In a
thousand t...
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