A Kouta: Remaining Heat

Still air tightly grips Remaining heat of summer No fall winds blowing Rustling of tree leaves absent Not even mackerel clouds To stifle the sizzling sun Noses sneeze out hazy soot Best to stay indoors Cool night calls outside  Milky Way stars wink As the chair rocks back and forth Buzzing mosquitoes bite legs Legs leapContinue reading “A Kouta: Remaining Heat”

Broken Promise

Each winter I promise myself I will bundle up and walk in the frigid air. Occasionally, I keep my promise. Mostly I shiver at the thought and remain indoors. I breathe in the stale, dry air of central heating and the recirculating dust that seems to reproduce, despite regular cleaning and air filter replacements. WalkingContinue reading “Broken Promise”