Green pears
In a glass bowl
Sunlit
What's more, alone;
Two wooden seats
On the porch
Empty
Throughout the entire winter.
Mists pass
Concealed
Above me
The breeze
Soundlessly
Curves the trees;
Protected
As a shellfish
While trees
Influence
Over me.
Day off
Intangibly
Moves
Be that as it may, nothing
Contacts me,
But
A ticking clock
That says
You're gone...
In spite of the fact that I still
Oppose this idea.
