an incense stick glows
remembering one cherished
spring obligation
an incense stick glows
remembering one cherished
spring obligation
A single tree perched
arching into the river
a summer morning
Under cloudy sky
A man fishing the river
In his father’s boots
Raking in the dark
Perhaps there is no better time
To remove the leaves
Running at sunset
Old men sit on park benches
Watching the day end