PATTERNS IN THE STEAM
—for J.H. Montrose and Yukio Mishima
—for J.H. Montrose and Yukio Mishima
As I prepare the evening meal
the odor of just-picked green beans
rises up from the steam
and drifts like the taste of sea in the fog
I am reminded of the clinging odor of the sea
in my hair swaying like kelp in the waves
Hair curls to the pattern of sliced watermelon
watermelon mimics a tsunami wave
Red tsunami wave red sky the black seeds
Japanese fishing boats on the water in the sky
The steam rises and repeats the sound of waves
Shiosai Shiosai
Steam rises from a cup of coffee
milk fat swirls on its surface
my lips curl to the motion in the cup
The cup is the ocean
deep basin to harbor water
our blood runs thru rivers of veins to the ocean
Our blood is the ocean
the watermelon's capillaries pump water
to the heart to the seeds
Take a bite
the moon took a bite out of the sun
it was black like the seeds
the earth took a bite out of the moon
Red moon watermelon moon
dragon's blood hanging in the sky
the crescent moon holds water
pick axe moon spills it white again
The stars severed ends of capillaries
facing your eye head on
light leaks out day seeps in
old moon spills blood
dies and is carried out in her own arms
she is shrouded in the sky by swirling clouds
Steam rises
like the surface of skin on a lagoon
steam rises
the clouds are oceans floating
steam rises
and carries the clinging odor of the sea
into my mouth
5/79?
rev. 7/27/1979
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