Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

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

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?