where paper travels

 these worlds within worlds

pattern and color

abaca and other fibers

abaca, silk, kozo, cotton 

on the work table

an egg-moon

some strange colors on green daylily paper

all daylily

tiny, crisp when wet

drying like a patternless seersucker 

and i made a bad moon

shifu piece

the lokta shifu is tiny,

but strong

as it dries into a cycle

of november, a sphere

my month, the one i love 

for many reasons, 

perhaps the strongest 

is that now,

now and in march,

i see the bones of the land.