the butterfly
behind, before, behind
a woman on the road
a white chrysanthemum--
how strange to see it
bloom in the sun
does it sense
anything that steals by?
snow on the bamboo
the first winter shower--
a gust passes
without getting wet
do they flower
dreaming of a spring night?
blossoms out of season
the harvest moon--
there too is a bird
that seeks the dark
a door left open
yet nobody is home--
peach blossoms in bloom
--Makota Ueda
Far Beyond the Field
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