The brittleness
of these autumn leaves
her walking cane

One axe blow
and all the birds
lost in translation

A low sun
the egret's legs
soooo long

A feather/
from a pheasant cock
autumn

The flag is gone
where does the autumn wind
come from now?

A child's hand
grabs at a swirling leaf
chattering moms

Like a comma
in an unfathomable script
this crescent moon