suddenly

                                                        the shadow of a moth

                                                        growing larger–

                                                        after an embrace

                                                        difficult to resist
 

 

 

                                                        quietly

                                                        in a corner of the kitchen

                                                        I'd like to sprout–

                                                        in order to escape

                                                        from the potato masher   
         
 

 

                                                        a melody

                                                        of the Galaxy–

                                                        I listen

                                                        for memories that left

                                                        with a shooting star

 

 

                                                        as her death anniversary nears,

                                                        I sit beside my memories–

                                                        through the evening

                                                        the lovely voice

                                                        of a tsukutsuku cicada
 

 

                    
                                                        finding solace

                                                        in the impossible

                                                        here I am

                                                        in a bubble bath

                                                        perfumed with ’green forest’

 

 

                                                        to warm

                                                        there is plum sake–

                                                        contemplating

                                                        the first half of my life

                                                        I wander back here


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