FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

feelings are sometimes like the tiny birds
of summer feeding on a few grains

on the wide yards of the garden where the grasses
spread far

some feels being smothered by the indifference of other
tiny birds

separated by the distance of the long lines of
parallel electric poles

imagine the image of tiny birds sitting in there
looking for pecking

one notices the vastness of the sky
the unfinished climb of the hill

the vanishing paths of trails long untrue
feelings like tiny birds fly away

but there is no reason to be afraid on the
facts of nonreciprocating birds

ah, the world is wide and too interesting
to be ignored