POUF

It was March.
A wind
Blew. Sudden flowers
Opened in the sea's
Garden; a white bird
Stooped to them. From the town
At the sea's edge
Voices,
Frightening the bird,
Smirching the flowers.
The town
Was a thousand years old,
But the sea
Had refused to live with it.

"Pouf,"
from H'm
You can also find this in
COLLECTED POEMS 1945-1990(J.M.Dent, 1993).

background image: The Bardsey Island.
This photo was taken in September 2004 by Yoshifum! Nagata.