侘寂
To love a thing
whose demise
you can foresee:
a swallow flying
through a windstorm,
a teapot cracked.
A lopsided house,
stone roof off
center, leftmost stilts
sinking. Inside,
a couple
stacking bowls
in downward-sloping
cupboards, sleeping
on an incline.
They are not afraid
the house
will crumble.
In its pitch,
they hear the chime
of the stone roof shatter.