






a cluster of trees
stands out against the gray:
the last unvanished



mountain’s missing top
tells that it’s a volcano,
and once had a top

early morning
rays hit the canopy
and fan out
into gold bands of light:
spotlights with no targets

the volcano hides
in a blanket of clouds,
and sleeps past noon

in a color storm
of roiling koi, a plain
white fish sticks out

