令和二年二月二十日
Thus the wheel turns
Life settles into something
Else the new normal
Pinching pennies like a perv
Fear churns the empty belly
The Way Things Are: Unfunny Kyōka
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令和二年二月十六日
Anything at all
And I find myself in tears
Icicles of salt
This winter sun can not melt
No matter how clear the sky
On a cold clear day
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令和二年二月七日
Unable to speak
Or even to scream, that hand
Clasped over my mouth
So suddenly it happened
There, in the bright light of day
Silenced
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令和二年二月九日
The question is asked
With well-meaning disinterest
How are you doing?
Fine, I say, just fine, hiding
The scars of my nail-pocked palms
In answer to your question
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令和二年二月十一日
I wanted to sing
But when I opened my mouth
The words disappeared
And only the bitter taste
Of salt lingered on my lips
Silent song
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On the other side
Of the line, sometimes in speech
Sometimes in silence
You were always there for me
Can you still hear me crying?
Sitting in the hall in pajamas
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Oh you stubborn leaf
Refusing to let loose from
Your bare empty branch
Fall already, there’s no need
For you to cling to the past
(The last leaf on the pear tree in my mother’s garden)
I look to heaven
Where are the grey skies that could
Camouflage my tears?
Steeped in azure, the sun yet
Shines, life moves on regardless
(Tears on a sunny day)
As the seasons change
I stand on the border not
Knowing where to turn
The sweet scent of autumn leaves
The cold crisp taste of snowflakes
（A winter’s day in San Antonio)
Cool winter evening
The fire-flowers blossom
One by one, they bloom
In my heart, an ember burns
Hope, glowing, warming my soul
(Fireworks in the New Year)
The kind of person
Everyone speaks well of yet
Nobody talks to
So let my pithy pen speak
In dangling conversation
Dazzling brightness
Winter mocks the unwary
Cruel as life itself
The frore, bitter winds dancing
Across the Midwestern plains
Travelers stories
Nostalgia envelopes me
That scent of pine trees
Humid air, those bluegrass aires,
The soft drawls of my kinfolk
Armchair traveler
When will you wake up and step
Outside of your door?
Come on! The wide world awaits
Yet my heart is hesitant
Bryony (Bluefairy Tiny Fairy Cafe Kate doll), Picture by myself
Swilling her peach wine
This crone makes no bones about
Enjoying her dolls
Outside the blizzard howls yet
Spring sweetly sings in my heart.
