Another Wrong Fedora

From A Doorway at Angel's Gate

for Miwako

Through pine boughs, the ocean:
Water draws a hard line,
An edge on the island.

 

I look to the horizon:
Water draws a hard line,
The blue edge straight.

 

I look to the horizon.
White blends upward to blue.

 

The blue edge straight
On the cup you gave me,
White blends upward to blue.

 

I sip and remember.
On the cup you gave me,
Water draws a hard line.

 

I sip and remember.
I look to the horizon.