Under The Volcano
Who were you? Whom did you love, and when did you pose under the volcano, under the calming presence of Mt Fuji?
Is the twinkle there, in your eye, of a woman loved, and in love? It is, isn't it? Oh I hope you are, were.
You are beautiful. And when I look at Mt Fuji I think of you sometimes, wonder how you made your tea, how it tasted, how you held your chopsticks, and how you smiled, too. I hope you did. More than anything, I hope you did.
in spring
her eyes fluttered in the breeze
like blossoms
her taste was dark with the longing
of the sweetness of sour cherries