looked through the pines
moon?
passed beyond the sky

our date,
as the sea and the moon . . .
how far, how hazy

among the wheat fields
a woman sits, head on her
knees, lamenting

who assigned
the green berry leaves as
silkworm nurture?

no one but
a woman by the grave...
a butterfly

no lonely tree
when a butterfly
sits on a leaf

night passed
as the dead soldier’s wrap . . .
through the worn window

oh, donna
how hardness heals
my heart wounds

deep sunset . . .
destined to loneliness,
a barren tree

spring mist . . .
a raging flood
for ants

sunrise . . .
my marvel of Peru blooms
at sunset

this new year,
I paint my room walls . . .
your eye color

at night again,
counting the watermelons . . .
idle scarecrow

so many robins
that I have frightened . . .
you sprout

descending
the mountain, me and
my shadow

mountain dusk
a distant town’s lights
turn on

in Braille . . .
kisses as you close
your eyes

Buddha’s orange cloak . . .
How luminous it glitters
Under the moon light

where does it go
the passing by breeze
first day of spring?

empty graves
filled by the rain, this
first day of spring

petunia scent
through the neighbor’s terrace . . .
sulky with me

blooming trees
deep in the winter
a robin

she is neither
by the sea nor the sea by her . . .
she’s just a poet

a morning glory
covered with spider’s web
one or two fly wings too

snow covered peak . . .
Beyond the invisible village
orangish red

autumn night . . .
how glister the teeth
of the stray dog

first day of school, 
singing for my daughter 
while driving

how the day 
is more bright with you
O sunflower

evening hail . . . 
remember one by one 
my own sins

in the moonlight, 
stepping on the footprints
gone to the sea