As the sun sets behind the Tennessee hills

as the motor purrs

reminisce: how days must end

on asphalt ribbons

Taken from a speeding car because God knows we don't walk anywhere in Tennessee

Restless

I, upon waking,
felt overwhelming ennui.
Bow tie, salvation.

Dreariness

A chilly pallor,
Still dreaming of cassoulet.
Spring in name only.

Voice of an Order

Herbaceous delight
Essence of ancient wisdom
Chartreuse VEP

Yukimi

Castella and tea
Snow-watching through the window
Beeping of the plow