Day 143 – sap

Friday, January 21, 2011
Day 143
5:21 pm


morning echoes sound like cries
when cutting leaves who weep,
bawling on stone paths with their
sap – whack, snip, pull, break, crack

as much as I thought yard work
might be a practice of benevolence,
I feel less like a noble gardener and
more like the earth’s thief

I might crave prescience if this routine
is to go with my dayspring coffee,
or I shall go with the flow and
bring more branches to their knees



About traciakemi

traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11. Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series. View all posts by traciakemi

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