Someone said they have a word
for the stippled light through the bamboo grove
in late afternoon.
Wabi is the quality of a rustic, yet refined, solitary beauty. Sabi is that trait,
be it the green corrosion of bronze or the pattern of moss and lichen on wood
and stone, that comes with weathering and age.
One afternoon, the film jammed
as the door opened on the crane.
The wife's mouth stuck oval; red
took her over, a stream absorbing
a clot of snow. A teacher snipped the scorched frames.