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the snail gets up
the waning moon
when drenched with sweat

first light snowfall
the sound of water
frozen in the ice
all mine

deer licking
the word home
in the moonlight

downtown
under trees
autumn dusk

a snail
yet still singing…
each time

spring breeze
the smells of things…
a stone face

meteor shower
deep in the mist
this year's mosquitoes

old pond…
waiting for a train
stars appear
old pond…

spring rain
wells up
once in the box
a toad

first kiss
a white swan
in the autumn sky

imperceptible
children gathering
never clearer

spring breeze
a woman tilling the field
a scarecrow

autumn wind
shooting stars
takes me in its arms

cloudburst
mountain persimmons

in this world
of the well's bottom…
moonlit

the countdown
heart
a chilling moon
spring rains

cherry blossoms
my poor sake bottle
the snail