where paper travels

 these worlds within worlds
pattern and color
abaca and other fibers
abaca, silk, kozo, cotton 
on the work table
an egg-moon
some strange colors on green daylily paper
all daylily
tiny, crisp when wet
drying like a patternless seersucker 
and i made a bad moon
shifu piece
the lokta shifu is tiny,
but strong
as it dries into a cycle
of november, a sphere
my month, the one i love 
for many reasons, 
perhaps the strongest 
is that now,
now and in march,
i see the bones of the land.