Poet ofToday in Kyoto, Japan

Masato Fujii




On a back yard

a bare tree stands

carrying beautiful yellow fruits.


In summer

the tree, like a hungry man,

supported thick leaves, not to miss

even a single ray of light.

What pleasure

did the tree find then?


Now all leaves have fallen,

at the top of every branch

the tree holds a fruit

for someone.



I bite a fruit

and enjoy a sweetness

known only to me.


Iím not seen by any human

but someone is looking at me

with the eyes of a harvester.


From the end of the universe

he tastes me

who tastes the fruit.