By day, a retainer.

By night, small, bird-like meals in a ghostly sake' house.

Memories unwind.

Multiple lifetimes.

Ancient verses flutter across eyes

like Shinto prayer flags tied to swaying branches in the mountains.


Confucian verses stiffen the spine.

Pure Land verses open the heart-mind.

And to think:


This began

at 6 years of age

all because Ian Fleming

re-acquainted a child

with the architecture

of ancient Japan.


(c) 2017 / Frank LaRue Owen /

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This poem appears in The School of Soft-Attention, now available for order from Homebound Publications or