Spring Water

Looking at the perfectly mauve sky
Through the wine red leaves
Of the Mutsumon plum trees
The post-heat prickles your skin
Or is it the rain faintly falling?

The clock above the steam pool
Reminds you of your school
If you close your ears
Cover your eyes
You hear the voices on the rolling steam

Yours isn't the first head to perfectly fit
The rocky snag, the trickle stones
But tonight the waterfall is yours.