1) near the forest
a dust-worn Toyota
lies abandoned-
a parrot shrieks overhead:
i'm comming, comming, comming...
2) the noose dangles
from a wild tree
a gush of wind
hurries through
deceased leaves
3) he nails his anger
one after the other
into a stolid bark:
you cannot rule the breeze,
neither the fire, nor the rains
4) not even a flower
buds here
to feed butterflies
this stoic world
needs no spring, no autumn
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