C

dawn's seperation
unknown
to dolls

leaves like bird shadows
desolate -

the butterfly -
what are the dreams that make him
flutter his wings?

I sleep... I wake...
how wide
the bed with none beside

A hundred different gourds
from the mind
of one vine

with no flowers
you are free as a willow

the willow need not regret having no flowers

without flowers
one leads as quiet a life
as the willow tree

I've seen the moon
I sign my letter to the world
"Respectfully yours"