Wingtips

In the morning

 

Everything is transfigured -- words too,
newborn, strive to name
our thoughts still blurred by sleep.

Awakening

 

The street is  dirty with early traffic
when the wind dives through the sky
and knocks on my window
with magnolia blooms.

From: Farther than Far

Yes, we've come out,but out of what if we don't recognize
each other. I can't ask who you are, can't say
who I am. Walking ahead, we lost our names.

The Seagull

A seagull sails along hope,
pushed by the wind, he falls,
reaches the heart's edge,
waves his white flag, there,
where his nest will be.

Spring

Among last puffs of darkness
the sun smooths the wrinkles
of a new day.

Pinocchio in sand

In the Evening

The colours of the house fade,
give way to the sky that overflows
at the fork of moon and stars.