The Bamboo Hut, journal of English language tanshi NR.3 - 2020

1

social distance

and protective masks...

snarled

by a scent like yours

in the crowd

2

self-isolation -

escaping from the children's

room

soap bubbles

along the street

3

some clouds
touch the ground almost
erotically –
this pressed flower
still stirs me

4

longing heart,
when you are nowhere
to be found -

I take the place of my cat

on the window ledge
5
 

lots of desires

which had shrunk slightly

to a single one -

don't promise me the moon

just dance me in the rain