Writing - a department of cuke-The-arts


Poems by Beverly (Horowtiz) Armstrong

Beverly's Suzuki Stories - Beverly's cuke page


Sudden Rain,

for Kobun


I go out in sudden cold rain

to cut butter white iris

flowers from rhizomes

just planted. Find frosted

glass to place them casually

at photo on shrine. Still

have phone number in pocket

of winter coat. How many

held hands, laughs, eyes

up to your dying day? how

many voices like auras

around flowers whisper

now? They are imperfect,

not really arranged, like us,

our offering to one another.

22 May 2009