
sound in tall grass:
it’s probably nothing.
yet, primal fear shot

sound in tall grass:
it’s probably nothing.
yet, primal fear shot

rose garden. last time, decapitated; now, in full bloom

a creature unknown splashes in the lotus pond — kerplunk! kerplunk!


the sun rises behind a bare rain tree, a glowing heart


infinite shades
of yellow-orange
in each petal

young rice in mud
awaits paddy flooding rains;
i seek shelter

sunflowers
huddle together;
the sun hides