waterfalls

saw them this morning rising

1
sign, meters long, deep, ragged.
Another nearby
high too, blue almost black
that sputtered spume
falling
water
(remnants)

2
sticks
nets
net
small scrolls
grow

I know now leporellos are possible in  Sagimahara.

3
drains straining with flow
though small
are not insignificant inclines

numeration is an absolution
a run-off
a penance repetition
culpable
shadows in the cascading
storm surges
urge,

"Look at the precipice."

4

light and dark are equal here
color too
it's through all of this
in turbulence
(these times are)