There was brisk business
almost an auction
for these most Asian
of gourds
Random eye movement
along the familiar local sidewalks
He had soul
reaching for it
no mistake
Garishness of fish
I happened to notice
a father and son
Squatting on the sidewalk
to eat a meal
despite open tables nearby
The boy was being
trained as a real Chinaman
I have a Japanese woodcut
from the 19th Century
of this squash
The boy ran past
flashing his traditional
Mohawk mullet
Time to move along
as the pan flute
oscillated
with passion
The body language of children,
the forms movement takes
are still free
Amber flowed
from a tree in the park
catching the light
like jewels
Leos dig this
needlepoint tapestry
in a branch library
at Trestle Glen
Songs for aging children
I am one
The bark exuded sap
it wasn't a substance
you would want to rub
Mid summer's day
clouds in the water
fish in the sky
11 August 2017
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