WHEN SUNSET RISES
AUGUST 6

We hear dribbling
in hoops outside
the greenhouse
writing maxims
and metaphors
after playing Bach
and then smooth jazz
sunk in off season joy
from my lamentations
about Hiroshima
bending down
to pick up these blueberries
reading a Mishima novel
and my neighbor left
crackers and Gouda cheese
writing a one act
then shape an action
painting and sculpture
for out of stone
is a Japanese rock garden.