September 14, 2007

hapu'u (poem)

early morning, wooden
floors cold, I sit by the little

black stove. in this glass
cottage, amidst the hapu'u

ferns. in the evening,
I will make tea

for my teacher, the man
I love, but for now

I enjoy the solitude
of cold

the warmth of this
Kazakh robe.

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