patch of grass
my dog likes to water
on the greenbelt
no box to leave an offering
no bell to ring
i don’t bow or clap my hands
still,
the kami bends an ear
new year’s morning
floating and leaving no trace
patch of grass
my dog likes to water
on the greenbelt
no box to leave an offering
no bell to ring
i don’t bow or clap my hands
still,
the kami bends an ear
new year’s morning