Last three undated items

the smell of rain

Falling leaf
into hours of sky;
the shadows we have borne

though a dirty puddle
laced with clouds-
forever could I fall.

Distance


The moon has fallen
into a falling wine cup-

sunlight stains the floor
and a wedge of birds
shimmer over the grasses:

the skein has flown by,
my bones away with them. 

Kaze

風

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Ghosts of memories
surrounded by falling leaves-
silently fill the grove



how enviously watching-
many sunsets
behind the shadows



my cold, empty palms;
this ancient skyline;
such a fragile dream.



Exposure of the sun:
two shadows once together-
now parted;



flightless raven,
your feathers carried
by ants upon the dust.