seeing you off
into the deep autumn ether
fading away

deep forest —
the sound of rain like
fallen leaves

wheat —
realizing death as one color
gold 

counting down the goodness of man:
from the sixth 
obscure 

deep winter 
within the pillar 
the rushing of waves 

cherry blossoms fall —
you too must become 
a hippo

yellow-butterfly’s-danger’s-yellow-danger : 
dam-constructing-iron-helmet’s-yellow

tugging a wailing man
just to the riverbank edge
of this world

since the burned ground forever run in dreams

loosing “rock-paper-scissors”
born as a firefly . . .

a classroom party —
tomorrow I’ll go shoot a bear

however rain however dark green —
falls on bamboo

drowsiness
out of reach of blue
river in the spring

the awkward lie of an eldest daughter carnation flower

after the tsunami disaster
an old woman lives 
apart from death