My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

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

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

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

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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

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

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!