ripe moon -
my pale hands
in the berry bushes
ripe moon -
my pale hands
in the berry bushes
last flight –
a window mistaken
for blue sky
the words left untold
soaked yellow leaf hanging
on a metal fence
ripe moon -
my pale hands
in the berry bushes
ripe moon -
my pale hands
in the berry bushes
ripe moon -
my pale hands
in the berry bushes
ripe moon -
my pale hands
in the berry bushes
eightieth birthday
the streets paved with
cherry blossom petals
а sudden urge to tiptoe...
cherry blossom petals
carpet the street
wall shadows
the light from a passing car
cuts off the rabbit’s ears
wall shadows
the light from a passing car
cuts off the rabbit’s ears
vast blue
the whole sky
to only one bird
migrating birds …
resisting the urge
to nest
а sudden urge to tiptoe...
cherry blossom petals
carpet the street
opening door...
smell of ocean and
a blinding sun ray
I stumble once again
into a new day
open window ...
a bare branch offers her
last leaf