The third one in this group is called "An Autumn Morning
in Shokoku-ji."
Last night watching the Pleiades,
Breath smoking in the moonlight, bitter memory like vomit
choked my throat.
I unrolled a sleeping bag and mats on the porch,
under thick autumn stars.
In dream you appeared, three times in nine years.
Wild, cold, and accusing.
I woke shamed and angry.
The pointless wars of the heart.
Almost dawn.
Venus and Jupiter, the first time
I have ever seen them close.