Flower... The magnificent willow of the rain was falling. Oh, round moon on white branches !

You were rose colour
You turned lemon.

What design did you see in my hand
that seemed to be threatening you ?

The apples I wanted were the green.
Not the rosy apples...

Lemon...

The afternoon, a crane asleep,
put its other foot down.

Lemon...

Freighting ?
Bee-eating bird.
In the dark of your trees.

Lemon...