Still think of you

some days

It warms up 

inside my chest

same as money flowing

through those electrical lines

Makes me happy

I feel you, Yosamu

every day as the horizon tilts

You send me away to tea

sometimes inviting yourself over

Oolong attaches to the milk

can't tell where one ends

the other starts

The taste of caves right after rain

And heaps of cardamom kick in

surprisingly as last 

Life suddenly stands out

right in my face

photicular in shape 

and very soft

Once you believe the cat is alive

and you see it with your own eyes

everything becomes up to you

He left his gold-tipped arrows

in the corner of my mudroom

shrugged and went off

to turn yawns into landscapes