Writing - a department of cuke-The-arts
Poems by Beverly (Horowtiz) Armstrong
Beverly's Suzuki Stories - Beverly's cuke page
Sudden Rain,
for Kobun
I go out in sudden cold rain
to cut butter white iris
flowers from rhizomes
just planted. Find frosted
glass to place them casually
at photo on shrine. Still
have phone number in pocket
of winter coat. How many
held hands, laughs, eyes
up to your dying day? how
many voices like auras
around flowers whisper
now? They are imperfect,
not really arranged, like us,
our offering to one another.
22 May 2009