forgettable blonde, unsociable koi
my
common fear of high places keeps me well
away from the edges of the Zen Garden
terraces. Vistas of mountains and the metropolis
below rob me of serenity-
so I take company
at the ponds of artifi-
cial carp indifferent to visitors-
opportunities for meditation are
lost on me, but
I wonder if I'm dis-
missed from another's timeless
moment- a forgotten blonde. The
crucial tangle of electrical
lines wandering up hill-sides ins-
pires haiku- maybe the image of t-
he twisted nets we
create to make
ourselves un-
happy
