Will you sit with me
under a Japanese tree
and seek our old peace?

My black cat sleeps still,
a pool of ink on the floor
spilled from a god's pen

©2001

The willow drops tears
into the restless river
and I think of you

Pebbles in this stream
look alike, worried smooth by the
water's impatience

Under the moon's glare,
nakedly listening for steps,
I am yet waiting

©2002