Places on the shore to go
flat out in the sun, the beach—
are those trees or people
traps or tents?
The gauntlet that a village is—
all talk and not knowing.
Beneath the sand—a net
for the unsuspecting.
There at the edge of the forest:
a place to go into to hide.
Hokusai, Tago Bay http://www.metmuseum.org/collections/search-the-collections?ft=hokusai+tago+bay
but you knew something about those roses
how they feel inside when tumbling
is about to happen how they look up
and then look down and someone
knew you passed through that room
where you’d put all your pretty girls
in one vase before they broke your heart
image: Unknown (French) Vase of Roses 20th century http://stilllifequickheart.tumblr.com/post/73852214134/unknown-french-vase-of-roses-20th-century