pink petals of Japanese Flowering Cherry trees fall to the sleeves
of passersby, clump in gutters, around the grates of sewers, or
whisked away on the warm hoods of cars.
With no fixed identity, like winter's cold or
summer's heat, monsters...are
to be treated not ex-
clusively as the others of the defining group or self,
but also as boundary phenomena, anomalous hybrids
unmake the boundaries separating interiority from exteriority,
historical world from fictional otherworld, meaning autumn is winter's
first step. Unadorned, these trees look shabby
as saints sown amongst beggars: what blossomed in their heart
pales before the vagrancies of their god.
I know nothing of this.
Every time my steps