The Letter From Fukushima
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Omote
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a glance and a nod
then right out the door
spring snow
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the moving guys squat
wrestling the quilt box
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tidal pools
release their grip
of flotsam and jetsam
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a jerry-built shack
under comma-shaped clouds
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broken glass
in the ice field
the moon all the same
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two cocktail's wet rings
merge on the bar
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Ura
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after we finish
belly laughs
wobble the bedsprings
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wings of geese beat
auguries into the wind
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this new appliance
sends a text
when the colors are done
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in haikai spirit
the letter from Fukushima
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trumpet vine
blooms jazz notes
above the hedgerow
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the brightness of salt
on morning's air
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A koyomi renku:
bandit and govindajohn - March 2011 |
