Kata: Bus Stop

I love this
hill here light the mountain

hidden like Fuji
in Hokusai’s sketches by a tidal wave
of fog

which collapses
over habits of
waking up coffee standing for the bus
that re-enact themselves

on every block,

re-enact

:that bus for the standing,
coffee,
waking themselves up to

habits which collapse
on every block
like a tidal wave
of Hokusai’s sketches

Hidden in fog,
the mountain
light here
this hill I love