over the high school
the moon
sits

whose face blushes;

the blinded seer
lays
back

hand upturned

speaking a single
word

heaven and earth
a creature by its goodness
what are you sighing about?

o
moon

the shadowed classrooms catch their breath,
the hallways let out their secrets long ago.

do you happen to know my classmates,
of this wilderness like a prisoner,
my comrades lost in the war?