just finished another pattern
but I need desperatly to repose
and my mind
too much of running
fragmented hours between this and that
to read poetry that´s what I want
and to time give my back
here going here coming
For seven Years I have lived in Azabu Valley
Frost lingers;the Old tree Shelters the Western hall
Laughing, I set myself task all week long
I sweep leaves, air my books, and then air my winter clotthes.
I am suppossed to be happy
cause David´s first day
but I am not
I will eat breakfast everymorning
make our beds
or cook Pauline´s lunch?
Should I go to the swimming pool all by myself?
I know. I am working
but about that who cares!