Walking down these streets,
Silence burns in bright daylight
Fujiyoshida.


"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard
Walking down these streets,
Silence burns in bright daylight
Fujiyoshida.

Peering behind masks
We walk this earth, dumb and mute
Islands in the night.
Coffee stains on cups
Like ambrosial lipstick marks,
I kiss the morning.
Each day that passes
Is another to rejoice:
Leaves fall to the ground.
Wide-eyed, tuxedoed,
A ball of anxious alarm:
My baby Puffin ❤️

Persis rembulan
Senyummu meredupkan
Hari yang rawan.
Potion brewed in blue
Melts down my throat like nectar:
A benediction.

White clouds like blankets
You can barely see the hills
Wrapped up like mummies.

Under steel blue clouds
A single ray of light shines:
The lake is cool, cold.

The white clouds enshroud
The verdant hillside - aswirl
Like a dragon’s tail.
