The Only Summer
The summer when ladybugs migrate to the north
The wind sends wild grasses, yet to seed, toward the plateau
We spread our wings
Flying past aging
To perch upon the fingerprints of waves
Humans love to assign grand meanings to things
Unaware
That it is precisely these deliberate imitations
That render the world mediocre
Merchants with villas full of gold and gems cross snowy mountains
In search of a single cup of water
A bird falls into the pine forest
A tear returned to the earth
Sensing my voice, you stop smiling
Questions grow claws, replacing you, crawling out of your veins
To snap my spine Then what are we?
When the last star tears through the night sky
Wind chimes
Clink and chime
Shedding feathers into our lies
My Shell
How can I resist
Words disguised as poetry
Mozart’s jazz
Beethoven’s rock ‘n’ roll
And that one
The true poem, silently weeping
How can I resist
The love between death and the butterfly
The fragile, fleeting
Heart of glass
Shattered and glued, language begs it for a love song
I turn my back on myself to search
For the edge of life
Your sharpness
Burns my courage to ashes
And the tide sweeps away all that is mundane
Lovers
Have no time to kiss goodbye
