walking in the rain, drunk
swaying
peony petals fall

early evening
the street photographer
changes perspective

full moon
between the balcony rods
cat's face

sent my wife to the labour ward
and don't know
what to do first

cold tea
a sip of the moon
and off to bed

school band
the trumpet player
a step ahead

kitchen clock
a long stare
into the garden's darkness

end of January
unnoticeably
the day became longer noticeably

wet morning
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the road

it's all right
I whisper to myself
on a winter bridge

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