
Sunday's sunrays
turning here
to visit me?
I've been lazy writing here. Sorry for that.
Says
been busy -
a lazy poet

Sunday's sunrays
turning here
to visit me?
Says
been busy -
a lazy poet
a flagging ship -
noon sun
floodlights the wind
just a few ropes -
expecting fair
tailwinds


Shiny nights -
street lamps'
rusted memory

in the forest
one man's house -
& some mosquitoes

nobody at home -
with the wind
a soft sound

the wind, either,
not allowed
to rest
shining
all over
the unsleepy sun
wondering
where to wander
next

桜咲く
also our dandelion
as bright as the sun

No way to
tell you anything
more than
this one.
Two pigeons
discussing
€u-politics?
Superfluous
man looks out the window -
an useless courtyard

I didn't know
if I was there or here.
I didn't know
if I was here or there.
They say the kyang
come here every winter.
They say the kyang
go there every summer.


during last night
one broken icicle -
a roofquake

bright sunrays -
we should stay
indoors

seaquakes
moved Japan
two meters westwards

February -
on the snowy road
sky's shadowing

Comrades !
Let's all head
eastwards!
from pure white snow
rising
Lenin's bare head
misty morning --
snowy winds
still sleeping
sleepy wind --
slightly warmer day
for the forest


parking lot
filled with
snow-capped cars

A happy car
sheltered by soft snow --
peaceful January!
new snow
on the old one ...
the sky's breath

Chilly morning -- buried under warm snow squirrel´s supplies?

a chilly wind clinking in the river's ice
a message
from the northern icefields --
drifting iceberg
No-one
slept with you,
o chilly night?
Calm autumn day --
a candle

ten minutes late --
a morning-train's zen
for the fallen leaves