"Genji"

I. Passive Resistance

Flying above and below you
as if in a mirror
then a history of faces
pop out of the clouds.

Everyday I see you
without the courtesy
of living in the same nation
time or drop zone
Every day I drop feathers
over your home,
but your neighbor has been the only one
to read each feather and reply
with ancestral smoke signals
in the sky

so, someone is burning,
and I think it's me,
flying too close to the sun
flapping like crazy toward hydrogen orbs,
listen: flash bang, crash and burn, splash down,
yellow markers of feathers
for easy rescue.

and treading, threading water
not really waiting it's buoyant resistance
waves working like sculptors tools
smoothing the shape edges
making round what was once pointed
 
 

"Puru"

II. Genji's Puru

coming from the mountains
where she had watched
Genji fly upside down
and loopity-loop
she hid in a cave
and made cave paintings
and coded recipes for
cave paint
she sent her little chicks out
to entice and bedazzle Genji
encouraging them to cling to his feathers
and sing jumping songs.

Puru carried a face
as Inca, as Mayan, as Aztec
and ethnic and enticing as they get,
transported into the modern
car and cave where all
rocks and feathers
haven't quiet the meaning
they used to.

She always planned ahead,
and always looked back and moaned,
could never get Genji into the cave
for no lack of trying on her part,
he floated by, spending all his feathers,
until, it was way too late,
and the little chicks said:
"buh-bye, Genji, buh-bye"