The sp arrows a ll a t once are gone
Grasses and man y fl owers in bl oom, a child stay ing home, on
guard
Clipped th e nail s, th e fin gers, there a re ten of them
For the ships th a t come, a single island
We decide
to
rent th e house with a pi ckling stone lying about
I let touch-me-no t seeds leap , but am still lonely
Hand on the skin o f a ni ght tree, I wa it
Where the autumn sun shines, on a stone, I put down the child
from my back
A fl oa ting weed with a tin y fl ower bl ooming in the wind
I look in th rough a h ole on the paper door, still no one's there
The morning's pretty, and sh akin g bell s, pil grims
I have no vessel, I receive it with bo th ha nds
Morning moon , it turns into a storm
Autumn hill , I come out on a wide road
The mussel doesn ' t open its shell , it's dead
