january arrival at the tropics
the japanese girl's
rosy apple cheeks
green apples
the boy paints them
red, yellow and blue
the chicken flaps
and claws fending off
death
US presidential bid
a newt eyes
the moon
resting on
tonight's stillness
a vicissitudue
the two parter curtain
tonight dances
our heart
the wind
now it is a vagabond
sweeping the road
sickle at the door
so many moons more
to havest
fuming in the sky
two gods
on a kite
the bunch of bananas
god makes himself
feel so real
the black cat
tiptoes across like
a traffic red sign
first day of new year
i sprinkle my house
with ganges water
mount fuji
a dropped pearl brooch
tops the memory
as it lays its eggs,
the leatherback's tears
melt our heart
snowflakes
cry
on my face
start of day
the beggar throws coin
into his own bowl
whiteout
the snow blanks out
my mind
as the hairstylist cuts
she keeps telling the octogenarian
she is young and beautiful
scenting my delight
the morning cup
of fresh hot coffee
my delight rises with
the strong coffee scent
and steam
falling star
when will we meet again
like this
coming through the air
a multi-limb puppet
on a string - spider
tears shake me
to the realisation so long
i have never cried
chip by chip
new chick cracks open
the world
tea house
next table's jasmine
steals our scents
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem