For Haruko Little moves on sight Then and
blinded by histories
as trivial or expansive
as the rain
seducing light
into a blurred excitement
she opens
all of one eye
as accurate as longing
as two hands beholden to the hunger of green leaves
rinsing them back
into regular breath
she who sees
she frees each of these
beggarly events
cleansing them
of dust and other...