ayaladn

I woke too early

later I thought that ok

and made up the bed

 

imagination

in a tight corner a coin

a Canadian

 

& a lost fairy

who points due North to a wall

not under the bed

while I was there too

apart from that I was of

an old ox walk’d by

 

I took ten photos

because the light never chang’d

green a good color

 

as for celadon

yesterday in Chinatown

I fed him a bowl

inconsequential

an eternal infinite

an indecision

 

doubtless the oddest

attendants who encounter

umbelliferous

 

rainbows toe to toe

no-one there before I said

gentle orchards bend

and as no other

in the garden that I made

remembers the rain

 

green blue or gray leaf

only remind you until

I am as color

 

six is a number

one may subtract or arrive

nine maids by always

daisy petals bind

the piney forest needles

where the wind forgot

 

while I said love not

to the hay scent’d sunset

in the scythe made rows

 

of the midnight lanes

in the fallow moonlit fields

where a white horse stays