Everywhere I walk
apple blossoms blow; apple
blossoms line the path.
The cove appears, gray
and flecked with foam. An egret,
not about to leave,
stands in two-inch waves
and waits. No difference: sub-
stance and emptiness.
Everywhere I walk
apple blossoms blow; apple
blossoms line the path.
The cove appears, gray
and flecked with foam. An egret,
not about to leave,
stands in two-inch waves
and waits. No difference: sub-
stance and emptiness.