My backyard garden—
 
I forget to latch the gate,
 
and roses escape.

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Some nameless creature
 
under cover of darkness
 
plunders my garden.

 
 
 

Languid afternoon—
 
two old men walk hand in hand
 
through the rose garden.

 
 
 

Lengthening shadows—
 
an artist plants her easel
 
on the garden path.

 
 
 

on a wooden bridge
 
in the Japanese garden:
 
one dry maple leaf

Breath

 
 
 

Geese in the flyway,
 
stir the garden with your breath!
 
Let the new corn come!

Malcontent

 
 
 

On the garden gate
 
a malcontent cicada
 
raises a ruckus.