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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