exiles child

Poems

A smell of spring
from afar.
Just a feint?

This one’s a senryu.

We imagine we understand eternity
but haven’t a clue
about old age

Sparrows in the lilac
argue loudly
about the weather

Under a gray sky
buds swell on the cherry tree
anticipation

Through the thermals
we spy each other,
the vultures and I