they leave behind
everything on your headstone

the same war
all over again
plum blossoms



summer's end
a parachute takes
the shape of waves



in the
spring breeze
Are Prisons Obsolete?

mating dragonflies
in the borrowed pot
I'm waiting to wash

in and around
where the river goes
midnight stars

seaside sound of waves
               weighing our pillow talk
      in my hands