Let's see
if the burning
outlasts the candle.
*
By an invisible rope
I am hanged
from the clouds.
*
Egg, tadpole, frog—
then what the frog becomes.
*
A melon left on the vine
until the frost
outgrows its skin.
*
A robe
laid out at my birth
now fits.
*
To be released
from four seasons,
or bound to a fifth.
*
A petal falls
on breaking ice
and floats downstream.
*
This reflection
will weigh down
no more puddles.
*
Moss that grew ten thousand years
would not offer shade, or bear a plum.
*
One last oar-stroke
between a shore I've forgotten
and one I've never seen.
*
In bottomless water
a salmon's leap
begins and ends.
*
Ice water
cools the cup,
then the encircling hand.
*
Noon sun, full moon—
two more coins
that buy me nothing now.
*
There is air,
there is water,
and no bubble.
*
Time to pay for the bowl
that has kept the rice
from spilling, losing flavor.
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