A Kaponomist Recalls

My line of collection and enquiry—
a glory of red pebbles
I moved from shoebox to shoebox.

I was looking for something new
when my wife left me,
she said ‘all I wanted
was a casual guy’.

It may have been worse.
I have heard of places where people
are shot for disagreeing.
Trust only birds and stones.

Ah, my red droplet.
When darkness grows
I warm you like a wife.