Poems
The Grey Dove
You always sounded like an owl,
But you weren't, but you weren't,
You grey dove of my youth
Somewhere,
In the willow you look
Now I know what you are,
Way up high, in the tree—
Still can't see, still can't see.
Are you there
In the willow unseen?
To My Teddy
I loved you.
You stayed fluffy
Because I didn't know
How to play with you.
Little Egret
Some days one might forget,
Except for that little Egret:
Flight white as dawn,
Before the sunrise.
It flew across the way
Pivot-winged. It may
Have no meaning at all
If not for its pearl-glow.
The Old Bus Station
That pile of bricks
In the centre of town
Looks bright grey
Against the pavement
Where I'd sit after school
Waiting for the bus.
The Stork
The stork flew close
In a shallow pass
Along the lake
How close
His wingtips
Came to water
On his long trip
Over the city
Dorodango
That I could take the dirt
So dry in summer sun
And make a little Earth
For fun