[Published in The Beatnik, March 26, 2011, on-line at http://whollycommunion.blogspot.com/]
READING LI PO ON A WINTER DAY
Sitting in the brown rocking chair
next to the window in my bedroom
waiting for the afternoon sun to stream in again,
I read Li Po.
Cold wind gusts outside,
whips round the eaves,
rattles the front door.
Outside the window, a shutter flaps against the house—
the same shutter I thought would fall off last year.
The afternoon sun streams through the window.
Some day I’ll have to fix that shutter.