Monthly Archives: January 2017

A crow on a fence Bowed his head as I passed by As if he knew me

Across park walk path A white-eye hid in the bush Too conspicuous

Baked sweet potatoes Smell wafting from the vendor Girls walk side-glancing

Two left ginkgo nuts On the sidewalk leaves blown off No pedestrians

Supercar behind Nearing close to my car’s rear Top down in the cold

Evening Ginza street Breeze caresses beer-warmed cheeks Neon-shined faces

Sparrows’ rapid trills Much going on in the world Must be gossiping

Tall grass windless still Sparrows trying to perch on Blades weak unfriendly

Daphnes’ buds reddening Soon to open to waft the scent In the spring sunlight

The park woods noisy Sparrows talking to each other Over the walk path