Antoni Ooto
Wild Strawberries
Beijing nights, breezes and bells, dark sky’s bliss, and the small things; I ask for everything Sometimes I dare to feel empty Like the wild strawberry’s last sweet taste Sugar and sorrow Someday the words will lead The false starts vanish And when that happens Just listen. |
Wabi-Sabi
The tree sheds its clothes feeding the wind, growing in the moment. Time finds serenities… the old gifts in wabi-sabi. A traveler with deep roots, with imperfections, newer, older sways naked, ever-changing skyward. |
Antoni Ooto is a poet and flash fiction writer. He has been a frequent contributor to Palettes and Quills, and has also been published in An Upstate of Mind, Amethyst Review, and Front Porch Review. He lives and works in upstate New York with his wife, writer/storyteller, Judy DeCroce.