December journey—
 
I stumble through the shadows
 
on an empty street.

 
 
 

An open window—
 
the scent of morning coffee
 
spills into the street.

 
 
 

Earlier than birds
 
begin their singing, I walk
 
through deserted streets.

 
 
 

On a city street,
 
oak leaves whirling in the wind
 
make me want to dance.

 
 
 

Rain after midnight—
 
my neighbor’s terrace glistens
 
in the street light’s glare.

 
 
 

Summer thunderstorm—
 
children launch their paper boats
 
down the flooded street.

 
 
 

Parting the curtains,
 
the woman across the street
 
spies on her neighbors.

Cans

 
 
 

On a trashy street
 
a homeless man and Jesus
 
pick up soda cans.

Moon

 
 
 

A full moon rising
 
higher than the temple roof
 
lights up every street.

Poster

 
 
 

Urged on by the wind
 
an old election poster
 
tumbles down the street.