Rengay
Imported Roses
night is on the
wane-
the moon receiving lightness
from the dandelions
the wind puffs out the sky lights
and white puffs are falling down
crows pick all the wheat
under the deep furrows
only seeds of weeds
blazing dragonflies-
the river gets the sunset
almost mother-of-pearl
the first dream of the New Year
planting together olive branches
the banquet starts
but all the imported roses
have already withered
August 2005
