night brings winter rain (poem)

the cold rain has come. I welcome it, I spread my hair
comb's teeth forms perfect rows, the planted garden

its broad leaves of radish and lettuce, one pond of emotion,
shared. my lover whispers stories, moves clay

pots to create music, we sit in the furo
steaming, frogs drip from the trees. I hear

all of us singing together - there is no separation.

breath, vessels, bamboo
fingertips, rooftop, comb.