empty auditorium
two dark streaks
on a mime's face


bare foot mark
in this picture
first stopped step

    
blowing out flame
someone disappears in the darkness
time after time

        
world shaking tone
such an emptiness surrounding
the heart of the bell


a bunch of daisies
right on the opposite side
I pitch my old tent

    
summer rain
as close to the body
my dress

        
broken bridge
in the sky
thunder by thunder

            
pound water
I took off the eye lash
of the moon


by the lake
among the croaks
an infatuation

    
autumnal evening
every thread on a weaving machine
closer to heaven

sketchbook VII/VIII 2009r.