SEIJAKU

 

Standing at the revolving belt

of a Japanese buffet

he picked out a teriyaki bowl.

Soon the bowl is empty soon

full of gleaming tears. A tiger-moth

flitting over the gleam.

A mug of coffee steamed up

the windows of his mutism

where suddenly someone smiled.

Someone who loved him the most

but never arrived from the hidden side

of reality(the same side of dreams)

.                    Mizuumi Japanese bowl

                     ©Osara New York