A dead chrysanthemum and yet isn't there still something remaining in it

1
A dead chrysanthemumand yet - isn't there still
somethingremaining in it?
2
He says a word,and I say a word - autumnis
deepening.
3
I want to sleepSwat the fliesSoftly, please.
4
After killing
a spider, how lonely I feel

in the cold of night!
5
A mountain village
under the piled-up snow

the sound of water.
6
The summer river
although there is a bridge, my
horse
goes through the water.
7
Glass balls and glowing lights.Dead tree in
living room.Killed to honour birth.
8
they've gone...where the beach umbrella wasthe
sand not quite so hot
9
through the fingerprintson my window-cloudless
blue sky.
10
The flap of a bat,drip drip of monsoon
waters.Ancient image stares.
11
Silence--a strangledTelephone has forgottenThat
it should ring
12
Freeway overpass--Blossoms in graffiti
onfog-wrapped June mornings
13
the morning paperharbinger of good and ill- - I
step over it