Ophelia in Aspic

she is under the rice

fingers poking up through the water

playing air piano


are fish allowed

to swim the paddies?


they should be

flashes of koi gold

among rich green


every hillside

a rice aquarium


with jazzy flowing

fish and rice

fit for a Sumo wrestler


who secretly yearns

to play furniture music


and wrap

her sacred curls

in airy zen piano

Dusky Time

last days of autumn
have fallen
on your fragrant locks
like honey rust

clouds in the distance
rolling toward the
Rio Grande at Pilar

trout are biting
rattling the snakes
behind every rock