好古園: A Poem

02/11/2012

I see

grey heavy boulders sit from

one angle together

 

 

from another apart

 

our mosquito bites have faded

from when it was summer

cherry blossoms uncurl and

breeze makes nothing still

 

 

 

I see through the lily pads

 

fluttering

 

rippling

these living frames are

entirely mine

entirely his

were theirs before they installed the picture frames.

 

Cameras clicked. Koko-en fragmented.

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