smooth as stone
an evening green
veining the shallows
the river swiftens on.
after the boats are tethered
knocking against the
after the rowers are gone
in small restaurants shifting against
the low tables
the day over carried in the rice
saké turning the mind over at the
after the gardens turn out our eyes
bent in night aside of the pruning
after night takes the surface in
a faint grip of streetlight
the river runs on
deeper in mind.
the river running on.