Song of a Reformed Headhunter

thumbs up for the spring moon undamaged headlight

black the tarmac the rain glosses over

last cherry blossoms the tentative steps of old women

black blossoms racing down the rain waters

waiting for the white man full moon

lit by the sun the dogwood flicks its white ash

in the manila folder the color of forsythia a festival program running into a peck of pigeons cloudburst