Low tide-
he's at the land wash
she's at sea

Beach walk-
A few words
wash up

Southerly wind-

the broken bamboo

is being cradled

He turns around
but nothing is leading
to the way in

After the rain 

I can see down to

the pond's bottom

This silly song
but when I think of you
I keep blinking

On the floor

cuff links still in place

my shirt that she wore