For pagoda lady

Soft and sullen ikebanas for the drenched in sun
pagoda lady

at the bottom of the well
sits her reflection
looks up to the mirrored sky
interminable
like distant cherry breezes
everly admired...

stepping lightly on emperor's garlands
of dragon sketches
ashes

giving birth to worlds countless
incredibly
in tune
with white ink
of her
decision

can you jump into the well w/ your sandals
on fire...

can you count the ashes
of your former reflections
former mirrored skies
and Japanese postcards...