Autoren-Archive: Makoto Makabe

Old, straight, retired
Young, yellow, and flexible
Try to make ends meet

An old chair standing 
On the street waiting, watching 
For life dancing by 

In the corridor 
Soft rays of light, the pure void
Shades covered in blue

The plaid vest hangs there 
And experiences time
Casting a shadow

What’s he doing there?
A child said when I bent down
Taking the picture

Dancing on the edge 
Of the event horizon 
In bright summer light 

A broken chair lies
In the corner of the room 
Paying attention 

Let‘s become concrete,
In the structure provided:
Where are the poets?

Two roses in bloom 
A peacock sits on the wall
Waiting for the bride 

Under a white arc
The bench is inviting us
To explore our we