a man, a grain
of sand and then: whither
universe?
...
I open hatchery:
twenty chicks look at me
astonished
...
prayer
cake, red eggs:
happy around the table!
...
care for tomorrow:
for my soup plate,
piece of bread too late
and unknown sorrow
...
Between words and deeds,
It's always an empty space
Over which a Sheol
mastering like a night
...
director IMF
dubious scandal
media and vulgarity
...
Autumn Wind.
All I see
is haiku...
Takahama Kyoshi
...
we and the moon
the whole sea is our
night swim
...
garden herb
bent by the wind
and remains so
...
Closed in a room
all to his handy
What's the use
...