Gardens
I eat an apple whole
and know without a seaman's
doubt the world is sharp,
my life is built in ruins,
and nothing holds me here
but gravity and hope
for freedom from such knowledge—
return to oranges,
New Jersey before such traffic.
~Son Rivers 2006
ON INTO WINTER
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I had thought to end the autumn season with Kigin’s “shape of the wind” 
hokku, but a reader in Japan then sent me a new verse that seemed quite 
appropriate...
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