Friday, May 28, 2010

nothing but moon




nothing but the moon tonight—
and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...
above a ragged wall of black pine trees
lining the narrow road sporadically lit—
where I and this form of a shadow split.





~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)




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