Ikkyu Sits (MS)
Ikkyu sits upon a wall
watching the river flow by
He knows there is no river
no wall
no Ikkyu
only the flow going by
still he watches
The Deer (JG)
Outside the window a deer bends to the grass, opens its mouth, bites the brown grass waiting there for spring. I want to say I’m waiting too, waiting for some spring, waiting for the day like no other day, but those are lost somewhere, lost in memory, a locked room. The deer hears me behind the window and looks up. His eyes see me, see everything. He turns his head and moves further down the hill.
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