oh, the hole
where I'm to plant a pine
is collecting rain

peace day--
sound of bamboo flute
among the pines

gray clouds--
a carabao walks away
from the egrets

morning prayer--
throughout the hall
a parrot's cry

eating
fried, crispy frog legs...
the ricefield so green

away
from the ballroom crowd...
a frog croaking

thinking
of going semi-bald
... the quarter moon

sound of rain--
awhile ago
the peace bell