IN MEMORIAM
In the photo darkroom
I leave a postcard
of cherry flowers
A spider's thread,
tangled,
comes from the florist's
Lotus flower -
a stray sound rises
from a mallet
Rough sea -
the interior of the skipping rope's
circle
is wholly empty
Into the greenhouse
the sound of sand
is trying to penetrate
The spotted pear
loses its spots, one by one
in my mother's hand!
Ah, white plum flower!
one passes out
in the library
Passage to the new year
on the spine of the fish
on its parallel lines of small bones
well-ordered
cold rain -
this morning I watch the fan
closed
Memorial Haiku
A rainbow stands
in the sky field -
your funeral
Mutsuo Takahashi