無處 1*
Mornings roll past, putting shadows
in motion. Darkness caresses each
object; each object caresses light.
The old woman's eyes adjust
One of her children, long grown, has left behind a celebratory birth quilt; she spreads it as an altar cloth. In a shallow raku dish she places maple seeds. Moving them from one dish to another, she offers them as "incense;" a mouse accepts the offering. Shadows of ash and cottonwood chase one another as yet another day, amazingly, for no reason she can discern, brightens.
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