The Beach in Winter
Yaki soba/tako yaki sign spins
outside the closed shop.Pine tree leans,
dropped needles rusted.Sparrows
flung from a tree.Ducks disappear
between waves.The fishing boat
moves deeper.
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Beachcombing
A leaf,
red stalk
and veinsand on it
still – gold
glintingnow –
the shower
remains.
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Reds, yellows
on the wet
asphalt.Sun
sifts
the air.The trees
cathedral
Sunday.
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At the wind’s
cominganother
tumbles aira moment
andis
earth.
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To be
present
at thefall
of a leaf –
to bethe instant
of touched
earth.
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Biwako
lake, mountains
and thisbreathless
sweepof sky.
What
warrantssuch
munificenceof emptiness?
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this bone-chilling wind
and the numbing distances
of the heartless stars
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tracks of the wagtail
random dashes in the snow
going where they go
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still there
(at the desk
after running
the shore)sky wind lake air
(Photos all taken not far from Omimaiko station near Lake Biwa)
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