Questions rattle round,
Amplified inside my head.
Pacify me, please?

cold plastic flowers in a chipped ceramic vase

Bamboo groves sing the symphony of winds
in their crackling I hear my heart
on the red lone summer road.

The village woman passes with her cow
she has no time for poetry
yet her radiance fills me to beg life
more..

O Death be a while away
I've taken root on this land.