the new frosh

his sunglasses hide
(he thinks) eyes misting over
she smiles - the new frosh

Perseid meteor showers

bright streak, another
early morning meteors
"they're fireflies, hon!"

August morning

too hot for miso!
he pushes it aside
that August morning

Remains of a morning

his reading glasses
dusty but without a scratch
scholar's monument

the weight of Hiroshima

what her hands carried
the weight of the world
in one small package

Hiroshima

shadows on a wall
cast by empty black ruins
all that remain