Sunday, February 01, 2026

bonjour tristess

 No, i have no friends

     What do you mean?


I have no friends.

     That’s sad


No, wait . . .

saddness is a friend


[he goes downstairs

Puts wood in firebox, smiles]     


     I am watching you.

[Places calendar square 


at top of stairs —

“2:30”]

archeology of passing species

 Squeaky snow underfoot

Yellow circles outside barn

Quick-frozen Ensō visits