Eidos

A.F.

Gleam

I walked in a kimono through an English park, whose silk

in fluff on the neck and ending with a curl

- I didn’t miss you completely

I was walking

a smile worried on my surface, matching the river turns

cut logs. insert eyebrows -

high resolution dam

leaks unresolved face viewed from above

further

bees spread a high standard of living

try our social rolls

further

- longer

signature by a tree with a branch stroke

cicadas on persimmons, and maybe on plums - cloudy

behind them

before cutting with a sword

- yes, clearly visible

hello, long time no see

why aren't you on a bike?

I said to myself, but not quite -

the lips were blown from the cheeks to the back of the head

in an English park a heron landed on the water,

muddling the aphorisms of billionaires

- and I have a bike

from a landscape designer, clouds from cloud freelancers -

words that are thrown into the wind and the wind

released

the end is the point at which the open circle becomes a ray

forgiveness is birth

Gleam