Twoku: Night’s lonely singer / September’s last cicada / his buzz-saw love song. — The Haikook —
On this bright, chilly day, with belly and heart still full from yesterday’s family gathering, it feels as if autumn just gave way to Winter…with the same suddenness and aggression…
Twoku: Again, white sky sheds / itself in countless fragments / falling down to earth.
Twoku: Late autumn / colors gone, change film / black and white.