scab of the sky

after that
moisty wind caress it
and go
optimists are born
and bred quietly


the lilac
gets closer
the alley
memories of cry
immodestly

relieved
shoots of plum tree
scatter,
run away from such a garden
masking your mouth and nose

it's all right
the time covering the sky
just now
is the last
evening glow

upside down
are the books
lining up,
grabbing them by claws
my eyes look out of windows

remains
a brick can
at a garbage post
do not hesitate or you'll get
drew in and deprived

many me
left the world
one after one
then all of them
got out of sight



*original Japanese works first published in http://poenique.jp/