I lost that element long ago, 
Last night I jested 
about "big brother" friends. 
I learn to roll with the boys
In a fluctuating funk and Friday 
night stretches into Saturday 
My mind scatters like 2" x 3" flimsy papers all 
over the floor and counter.
I wore knee highs today 
my brittle nails seemed 
to tell me so. What can give.

If you were a Hokusai

If you were a Hokusai, which would you be?
I have done the rounds for my seven-year cycle,
which I have never heard of
Only tonight I go out to dance, but cannot.
Caught in a lens that only I see    
My only sense is a chamomile cloud
My only life is hourly
My house too small for thought
Too big for humility
These minutes too significant to forget
what bright falling leaves we are  

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