INVITATION
Chapter Two


Leaving One Country for Another





Afternoon sun

when the airplane rises

high over the Pacific

I'm folding myself

into paper gliders


kind of

antedating

not enough oxygen

one immediately wishes

for the quotable mask


wings

above a bare buoy

short long red



the land the waters' mingled luminosity

Narita my eye becomes a slit in snow light

custom's check none identifies the tears

near ice near nothing airport's first plum blossoms

Proceed to Sunday January 11 , 1998.

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