i. (井の頭恩賜公園)

that in five lines becomes
a bunch of nettles, in the night points one step north — where
the colour of water gets
   over the road,
   over the three-quarter moon, gets in after —
(before the first thought

& all the gold
was birdsong over
/& through the heat; the same fading of the same echo of metal striking again
the same bell.

ii. (新年会)

On the vine, life in clusters;
gathers of grey fur;
rough-thread-bound blind
mayfly eternity.

Behind the mirror, winter.

2 voices —
wind at the door.