the singing of the bees

by Yokoyama Taikan

--

so this is how it is 

to be an old man 

I say that aloud 

and my doggo 

doesn't even look up

--

a wet winter 

followed by a perfect spring 

and my jasmine has bloomed early 

so lovely  and fragrant 

the bees buzz around 

singing 

singing 

--

The city pretended to be a small town, then a village. People wore shoes that had pockets where they could …