What You Will
On the second night the typhoon misses Sendai – just wind
and rain
after the day’s epic – marking essays on Drugs & Alcohol
in Lit
in brilliant sunshine with distant mountains
from this twelfth-floor apartment in Dainohara.
I’d been downtown to Starbucks to download Goro’s poems.
Miu (like ‘See you’, cu) remembers me from last year.
I buy sushi from the S-PAL food hall @ 20% off – last
trading –
make sure I get some sea urchin and salmon eggs
plus a quartet of fried oysters – for my autumn food tanka.
Take the old subway with my new icsca ‘let’s go’ card.
Missed the bilingual TV news – defer reality til tomorrow.
On the table, Mako’s pale, pink-tipped rose.
Outside apartment and office lights to Kita Sendai.
Disappointing 711 French cab sav will be good for cooking
tomorrow night’s coq
au vin for Osamu. Hey, ho.
Nice, ordinary/ extraordinary.
ReplyDeletewe're just between typhoons here in Macao ...
ReplyDeleteit get a little tiresome
cloud outside
gets into my head
poses all sorts of challengs
I really like your poem, David, and I'm moved to respond...
ReplyDeleteSo, dateline Shanghai
far north of your typhoons
it's been raining for 2 days here
but the clouds are getting tired
and my 20 kuai umbrella poses
all sorts of challenges
such as how useless it is!
Nice snapshot.
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