Of course I made up
most of these initials.
See how carefully I choose
what to see? Arrange mosses into a garden
or leave them and call it a wild one.

In Vancouver, under the viaduct
where the pavilion was, some pavement.
In Montréal, a pond, a pathway.
Osaka? I have never been.

What we call Indian summer
they call ko haru, “little spring,”
because the blue air and sparks of colour
make one believe the end
is a beginning.

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