Walk'tramck

Although the wind

blows terribly here, 

the moonlight also leaks

between the roof planks

of this ruined house.

Izumi Shikibu

Walk'tramck turned 6 today! OMG my baby is so old! 

Bread 

Each face in the street is a slice of bread   wandering on searching somewhere in the light the true hunger   appears to be passing them by   they clutch have they forgotten the pale caves they dreamed of hiding in their own caves full of the waiting of their footprints hung with the hollow marks of their groping   full of their sleep and their hiding have they forgotten the ragged tunnels they dreamed of following in out of the light   to hear step after step the heart of bread to be sustained by its dark breath   and emerge to find themselves alone   before a wheat field raising its radiance to the moon

Let them think twice before they use their powers

To blot out and drink up and sweep away

These flowery waters and these watery flowers

From snow that melted only yesterday.

Walk'tramck turned 4 today.