summer storm
the duster now
needs dusting

puddle splash
the buffalo and I
exchange a look

autumn's end
the frozen moon
lengthens the night

lunchtime
loneliness folded in
a warm casserole

lachrymal eyes
I blame it on
sinusitis

prayer hall
my inner storms
crowd the silence

Lotus Temple
I march with the crowd
in search of silence

unusual parting
broken to bits
yet I am

saying goodbye
her favourite perfume
lingers in air