Summer come.
The poets mask
reveals the poet.
No longer a
cherry-blossom dawn.
Or stormy echoes
of the past.
But a new path
with new life-viewing.
Far away from all
this rice-grinding.
Cast out in a summer breeze
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 