humid day . . .
the ice vendor's
shadow

old woman . . .
your shadow is
dancing!



twilight dusk . . .
a gray haired monk
breathing

a ballroom
the asphalt road . . .
high noon

new rice . . .
leaning into
a mirror

wisp past me,
wind, between cracks . . .
talking tin

late evening . . .
the whiteness of
a seagull

full moon . . .
light dancing on
canyon walls