i
after the river
pregnant with water
a wood drifting
finds ashore
ii
old man lies on a
tatami
arm on his forehead
thoughts drifting
iii
little boy little boy
playing on the road
there is no fear
about rushing cars
iv
on a calm morning sea
the white seagulls are feasting
on a school of fish
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