Apple trees and cherry trees in bloom help the town to soar
in the sweet dirty May night, white life-jacket, my thoughts range out.
Grasses and weeds with silent stubborn wing-beats.
The letter-box shines calmly, what’s written can’t be taken back.

Soft cool wind gets through my shirt and gropes for my heart.
Apple trees and cherry trees, they laugh silently at Solomon
they blossom in my tunnel. I need them
not to forget but to remember.

translated by Robin Fulton