o-tsukimi -
sometimes obscured by haze
but never extinguished
September's dreaming moon
the lantern above my gate
mac

the brave ones

burn bright like

lamps at midnight,

and I lie sleepless

in a bed alone

~K~

Our crew team
running down to the lake
I follow
that boy's blond hair
and his sun soaked legs

bounce in my step
kicking up gravel
my path from here on
littered with
mistakes all my own

avv

a hundred drops slide
meandering and merging
down the window pane
as in life, the path is clear
only after choice is past
mac