Dry Sedge

Autumn when I would visit

Ciliegia Pozzo my friend

on the upper reaches of

the Arno-Camo to pick

the yellow chrysanthemums,

wild orchids and dry sedge

and adorn our table of talk

to celebrate vacant memories.

PARABOLA

By the lute of a lake

I sit down silent on

the bowl of a fallen elm

and think of

the water trickling meandering

in reed mace, duckweed, arrowhead,

and meditate on the fatal

pear-shaped shadow of my head;

an untimely clanging of a temple bell:

my hollow heart will swell