Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour