From the orchid left in the common room,spikes once, from the mottled snake plant that shedits skin…
I leave for the seashoreenjoying morning strollhumdrum of the rising day,the waves suddenly recedea…
High Tidebrowning river grasses lapped and swayingthe rippled surface glows, luster borrowed from the mooning sky,Pearled air…
Up in the sky, water is pure.