yume no ato oute hare nari sawayaka ni
chasing remnants
of a dream--the sky clears
and becomes crisp
~
I hug a stone
burnt in a fire —
a dream of autumn
by withered reeds
dimmed by clouds
the water sleeps
the bug comes out
of hibernation, infant like
works its legs
By withered reeds
dimmed by clouds
the water sleeps
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