(for Kenneth Rexroth)

harvest night
my shadow and I share
the moon

old pond...
a frog gazes
at the floating moon

stone Buddha
the scent of chrysanthemums
lingers

one for you
one for me, another for you…
a skyful of stars

walking alone
under the moonlit sky
few flake...then many

talking to you again
under the moonlit night:
my shadow