-Listening-

1.

A flock descends into

the pentagonal garden.

I try to understand Takemitsu,

his residence of contemplation,—

the season in which

a flock of birds enter a garden space.

Then come the dragons air-breathing,

the boxes and pointed quads beating

with hand-knotted tails crossing the daylight
skies above the park of my earliest neighborhood.

I try to map their movements

from within Takemitsu's sensibility, 

at times rolling in atmospheric dance

then corkscrewing sharply downward toward the earth

in a wind's quick decision.

The papers crackled at their spars.

I fought the lines to hold them true.

2.
(Recalling the flying kites above the park

of my earliest neighborhood, listening to Takemitsu's
"A flock Descends into the Pentagonal Garden")