By Royal Rhodes after Basho conifers nearby make me look up from my book lost in translation I wanted to write to find love with life again here were better words now cherry blossoms that like snow cover Spring boughs show impermanence layered breaths of clouds moved by the arc of a fan become narratives I know I am watched by eyes in a peacock's tail that blink when I move the ink that darkens outlines how my emptiness cannot be contained all that passes here as theatrical backdrop shows and stops my world our isolation helps nature imagine us in our long absence nature was foreign until I swallowed its soul my mistakes teach me Royal Rhodes taught religious studies for almost 40 years. His poems have appeared in various journals, including Ekstasis, Ekphrastic Review, The Seventh Quarry, and The Montreal Review, among others. His poetry and art collaborations have been published with The Catbird [on the Yadkin] Press in North Carolina.
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