Summer morning walk—
 
to amuse himself, my friend
 
converses with crows.

 
 
 

Out for a brief walk,
 
I watch for morning glories
 
but see only weeds.

 
 
 

Summer loneliness—
 
on this jasmine-scented path
 
no one walks with me.

 
 
 

Summer morning walk—
 
I smile at yellow dahlias
 
in a stranger’s yard.

 
 
 

On my morning walk
 
I glimpse a ravenous hawk,
 
flying home with prey.

 

 
 
 

After last night’s rain
 
I rescue several earthworms
 
from the concrete walk.

 
 
 

With no umbrella,
 
a father and daughter walk
 
in the freezing rain.

 
 
 

On my morning walk
 
I watch a schoolboy watching
 
the man who feeds birds.

 
 
 

On my morning walk
 
a companionable crow
 
goes along with me.

 
 
 

A man drinking tea
 
lifts his arthritic left hand
 
to brush off a fly.