after Rexroth’s translations

 

In the empty classroom,

I hear the girls laugh

down the hallway.

I think of you,

who is not here.

 

*

 

early march morning

 

spring whispers

on the tree’s edges—

redbud, mountain laurel,

ornamental pear

 

*

 

as memory

 

a mist hangs above the creek

out behind the house.

by noon, it is gone.

 

(March 6, 2018)