Alone, perplexed, an autumn flower rambled
Alone, perplexed, an autumn flower rambled,
a bird, swaddled in drops of water
an esteemed guest from afar, from the East,
sat on a tree branch without making a sound.
And at night, right outside my window
a big elk slid into a dream
like a great sorrow, a messenger
of something that had to come to an end
and something that now had its start.