D.F. Poetry of Sensibility

Inspired by Kenneth Rexroth’s One Hundred Poems From the Japanese, I’ll tell part one of my México City visit in a similar form. I begin, however, with one from the Rexroth collection: I have always known That at last I would Take this road, but yesterday I did not know that it would be today.                                       -Narihira (9th century)  ***************************************** The Houston sunset from 10,000 feet and I’m thinking about California fires hoping my family out west is not in harm’s way….

Esfumarse (to vanish)

After cleaning my flat and stashing a fresh Andrew Jackson in a Coca-Cola bottle for my gracious hosts, I secured my backpack, left the two sets of keys on the kitchen counter, and locked the doors behind me. There was no going back. I marched around the corner to a new café I’d just learned was minutes from my front door – Cucurucho – where I had an espresso experience like never before. I ordered a double shot, like always, and the barista gave me one shot in a ceramic cup and the other in a glass flute. He told me both…