Tag: kigo

noon the foraging squirrel is it buddha you seek?

arms raised to the sky we pretend to be mango trees

up in the winter trees shadows shift with predatory design

we return the frost and city to the night

dressed in white how do you tell the living from ghosts

disturbed by neon lights songbirds singing late into the night

void deck funeral the living celebrate the dead

the night crow’s cry fingers fumble with the keys

buried under a sky of fire in our shell scrapes

cupping the cat’s face still pale blue his eyes