For Ker Vanish
Hold the fossils of the flood like a virgin holds a broken heart
so soundlessly, as the night caresses a young owl
I saw marvels in the crystal ball yesterday, about you
&me- I ran with the swelling storm, umbrella in your hand
The genius loci tells me to stay tender-hearted,
for the aimless clouds playing outside the window
perhaps I will, even
in the changing weather of your inexorable tempers
watch the primroses sing evening hymns to nocturnal rabbits,
how the willows and poplars sway by the playground,
a kitchen dance the yet sightless children will dream of later
Dear weatherman, remind me again
of all the watercolor glows that the day sweeps onto my floorboards
Willow Kang