
a hilltop tree,
bowed as if wind-shaped,
won’t budge for a breeze.

a hilltop tree,
bowed as if wind-shaped,
won’t budge for a breeze.

a butterfly
lounges in the sun;
and then is gone.

stony ground:
lush grass grows
in every divot.




ring of lily pads:
crowd around where the frog
plopped into pond.

What’s the story behind your nickname?
Unfortunately, it’s just the most common abbreviation of my proper name.

ancient mountain:
now a pile of worn boulders,
under monsoon clouds.


