The way in is the way out | If only it were that easy! | He dances for the mountain | as if he was in a poem | I take a step | forwards, I take a step | backwards | The mountain is shy, she says | And falling is close | Her lips touch the kirschblüten as she says | Hanami | For some, the mountain means | what you take away | from the mountain | but he | is close to falling | he knows | you must give to the mountain | dancing | I am | not | so committed | I take a step | forwards | I take a step | backwards | I never act | as if I’m in | a poem, anymore | hence | the mountain comes | closer for me | then slips away | I make no | offering | and thus my lips | don’t touch | the kirschblüten | in her lips | when she says | Hanami

Cherry blood | as if from a crushing | If you have seen snow, you cannot but | think of snow | when the wind | swirls the petals | The mountain is shy | sometimes wears a rice-straw hat | is ever leaving | knows the way | out is not | the way in | She still | believes in love | but I | take a step | towards her, then | a step back | An offer | is not | an offering | Another | step | back | from the one | who believes in love | and a step | forwards | She smiles | You know, the way you move | she says | it’s a little like dancing

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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