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She told me she’d come.

I waited all night for her;

saw only the moon.




You can’t fight the wind.

It respects no one; nothing:

you can’t resist it.




Geese for the table?

Death stares us all in the face.

Autumn approaches.




Even Emperors

forget offerings.  The leaves

surpass humankind.




There’s a secret place

where my love and I could hide.

O vine! Point me there.





Maple leaves enhance

your fleeting beauty.  This year,

Spring will bring new shoots.




Firelight comforts

in the dark nights of winter,

but creates shadows.


No 29 exists —————————————————————-




This is no aubade:

when I leave my love,

there’s no privacy.