A cold rainy March morning came.
Two birds woke up and saw the sun
that comes up every morning

To take up where you left off!
without a breath of separation
your new movement is begun.

A courtier strides along, his feathers
straightening in the breeze. His boon
has been denied. From his clenched left

Oh night, to hear them once again
as if we were at Kyriena’s and the moon
over the Hudson were blue no movie

You may flaunt my looseness, you know
that I go whole weeks without, so, I
get depressed because I’m so easily distracted

Oh snows of only two months ago!
when will you fall back up into the sky
and fall down again like an airplane?

I never seem to hear much, except Tschaikovsky.
What’s the matter with me, especially on Saturday
afternoon? it seems that there’s a park nearby

Do you mean that
my gaze is not a look
and my clothes decide

Shall I come to see
plum blossoms in every stream
and wet my sleeves