stormy sea, crushing,
seagulls' flight steadied
by the wind; if i could
just control this turmoil
like the gulls
this snow melting
on the road, giving
me a chill as i step
into them - this third day
in japan and going to work
lather, bubbles and a
slippery soap jumping
in a hot water tug
late granny's warm hands
that strike now and then at my heart
maple garden; the leaves
twirl, to and fro,
like our first whaltz
their red that of your hair
i step into their dance, alone