Awoken by light, I scratch the glass
of dreams, and find myself
...
Orchards surround his homes;
there, translucent moonlight falls
...
Suddenly - a small fox, playful,
floods your wounded heart with joy
He searches your face with his singular gaze,
knows you're at one with his vagabond stance
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The kings who have gone
left us the relics of their forgettable names -
like Aleece or Kush
...
In the water
in silence at your side
in a fire that draws us close
...
Let the wind blow from a fisherman's mouth,
from the span of a sail to the shell of a boat,
unlocking the mouth of the river -
...
A lazy noon
stirs me from your memory to this glass of tea
and a wondering embrace
...