*
In the beggar's bowl
marigolds fill up
the hunger in our eyes
* *
Is it true that Lord
Buddha passed away under
summer's camellia?
* * *
Snowflakes tango
float down, land softly
on my waiting tongue
* * * *
Dark Indian moth
shows off his peacock feathers
fans blue into opal air
* * * * *
Scrubbing marble floors
the servant's glass bangles
clang-clang, clang-clang
* * * * * *
From Vishnu's temple
tiny brass bells chime, chants rise
in hypnotic prayers
* * * * * * *
Such a kind maple
to lower its brittle leaves
Red eunuch season
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Ravens in moonlight
Branches quiver with black thoughts
Who will steal the moon?
