← v8n2, Fall 2009Poetry · Volume 8, Number 2
Condolence for the Blind Mori
drum is here, the one-eyed cat is here, your
grandmother’s favorite stone is here.
And Ikkyu waits, but not
as you remember him. The embrace
is the same, so complete there is no need
to speak. But for you he did, as you both
separated, whispering in your ear
Whose eyes do not open?
