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