i don't mean to sound like a pretentious prick, but sometimes it feels good to type out words. jumbles of letters and commas and full stops, coming together to form a temporary respite from all that is. enjoy, or don't.


a crane appears
a dot in the heavens
approaches faster
lands softly on the grass

it ponders.
sensing none, it sips the pool
of clear water, in which
translucent fish reside

others too, approach
drawn by the keen of life
nightingale, squirrel,
doe and hare

a grey stallion, but gentle
lovely mane gleaming
as they thirst
and are quenched

the hyacinth blooms, and fades
water rippling
catching the sunlight
willows sway, and rustle

each one departs
one by one
to each's secret path
divided, they fall