I have a big book on the history of art,
which I read long ago,
but now I've found in it
dried leaves and flowers I had preserved
a herbarium.
I no longer remember when I saved them.
It was a surprise to me.
The flowers have lost their color
but they are so beautiful.
Perhaps I will frame them
to give them eternity.

It was a beautiful morning
When I stepped out onto the balcony and saw a crow.
It seemed as if it had been waiting for me-
Me, who was going through an existential crisis.

I felt the urge to throw some food to the crow from the balcony.
I knew my grandmother always kept meat in the house.
I opened the fridge and tossed the crow a piece of meat.
It quickly caught the scent of raw flesh,
Grasped it in its beak, and disappeared.

The boy is ignorance
The girl is want
They pump from the wellspring
The human font
Beware of them both
If doom you'd destroy
But of the two
Keep a closer eye on the boy.