ichinenkan

peaches and coffee and cows and weddings
hands and eyes and lips and noses
your voice and your gaze and the sound of your breath

streets and benches and malls and supermarkets
beef and sushi and beans and Chinese rice

young Tatanka Iyotake
the way you write your J’s

the names of colors

childhoods and song lyrics
words we made up
from misspelled signs

and us enjoying every minute
of the life that waited

for a very exact moment
to break the wall
between origami and bonsai lessons
and finally see each other
smile