AFTER LIGHT THE FIRE
- a solo nijuin renku -the first butterfly
erupting crater
or sap at work in the grovea mountain sprig on fire
two irises in bloomthe flames of those feathers
illuminate the cup
of our last teathe book as well as the candle
transgress realitywinter moon
a spark of burning ice
over things from the pastfrom the depths of the mirror
render me this person to the snowin your absence
moths swirl round
my eyesightthe spurt of o symphony
advancing in a mass of waxsacred scarabaeous
that can only survive
by devouring itself

how the passage of thoughts
through the lamp bulb can hurttwo suns for one town
in a subterranean star
space is no morehow the rainbow soaks up
the light of angelsgiving the wheel a spin
I could see against the spikes
her dreamlike face the silence of the falling leaf
on sizziling shoulderssun-flooded gate
the moon bouncing off
every blessed chestnutwhen autumn comes the form takes off
to the world of my other selfthe blind musician
warming his hands
the red tulipsI will only be able to play
during that hour the clock utterly lackshome again
the wild rose
curls round the guitarMay wind dilating the fire
after the light had its chance