Poems
Motoyasu
Then there floated a skull
In the river
Calm
In its intelligence
That is
Seven decades of human ambivalence
. . .
A skull ignites the ears of each intelligence
You were looking for something familiar?
You were looking for some familiar thing?
Let it become a thing
To rest a head upon
The same sky dreamt, as nature is
The same standing under or understanding
. . .
The sun writes the wall
The bearer of joy
On the skin of a silent black wave
That is moving
That is still
I will share it with you
Until it is gone