The flesh of the earth yields,
turning between
small, square palms.
It is the day for dice
and the washing of graves,
So the last feathers of the late storm
make a thousand
thousand
perfect circles
at 3pm
to the gratitude of the grass,
which glows,
to the glory of the names
facing skyward.
Here is our oval,
rising into shapes
veils of evaporation
urns od ckay
The full moon later
with Jupiter
on her shoulder
- Su Zi
Three Days Su Zi Paperback | Apr 2015 in store$4.70
