RIC S. BASTASA

it's like i plunge myself
into a pond

it is raining and so
cold but

i decide to swim anyway
there is something beautiful

hiding behind the cold and
trembling

the rain is heavy and
does not stop

kazu's tanka is warm and
comforting

deep from his heart
glowing like diamond in the mud

sorrow feeds beauty
and beauty never gets fat

Time knows where
the heart must rest

Kazu shall soon find it
Sorrow in winter

looks forward always
to Spring.