almost dawn
the moon disappears
into white camellias

Calico Cat

autumn
the smell of mushrooms
in a suburban bus


fog over the meadows
yet again, my father forgets
his macintosh


pond
a couple of swans
sail from cloud to cloud


autumn fog
a narrow ravine
full to the brim


cold evening -
over the dimming campfire,
a thousand stars


transl. by Anatoly Kudryavitsky

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