Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Around Existence Twine, (oh, Bridge That Hangs Across The Gorge!) Ropes Of Twisted Vine.

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.