1/
he decided to paddle
his loveboat to distant shore
and his vow
was about returning to grow
trees for nesting birds
2/
cornerview
birdbath
birdless
3/
gecko's voice--
secretly counting
her fingers
4/
wingbeat of bats
and so falls the night
dressed in black
5/
love, like life
will find a way
don't ask
why i cover my face
with layers of rain
Showing posts with label Boat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boat. Show all posts
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The sand of Nanganesa haibun
Nothing changed after two months as I step my feet back in the sand of Nanganesa beach.
They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?
Nothing changed. But this nothingness.
They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?
Nothing changed. But this nothingness.
over
the sound
of waves—
of waves—
the sound
of wave
of wave
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Monday, August 17, 2009
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