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
