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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Kimiyo Tanaka


for ten springs
to the stars saying nothing
I have been talking

cherry blossoms on the hill
a bell rang
at the temple

ah, cherry blossoms
I wish I could fall
like you

perfume of ume blossoms
my ear lobe
remembers you

my train
crossing through canola fields
with its shadow

floral rafts
on the ripples
floating swan

cold spring
the signals of the ambulance
brightly red

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