Song for Ryokan
He asks me to climb into something warm and come outside. We step onto the patio, shutting the door behind us, the warm fire. Milky darkness; Earth covered in mist. Cold seeps through my thin shoes. I hold my coat shut, too lazy to button it. The yellow cat mews and rubs against his thin legs. Nearby, a bird bursts into unknown song. Ryokan: too spellbound to leave.