last day of July—
longing for all the melons
that I did not plant
Pesky
Pesky mosquito,
why do you come to my yard?
Visit the neighbor!
Three
In only three words,
tell me why this mosquito
deserves a long life.
Mosquito
A lone mosquito
in the old stone Buddha’s lap
keeps sniffing for blood.
Thunderstorm
midnight thunderstorm—
the sound of pages turning
in an empty book
Peony
Like a peony
my granddaughter’s face lights up
in the morning sun.
Pretending
She sings, pretending
she is a sparrow singing—
my youngest grandchild.
