bird high on a tree:
a few pieces of stool drop
on a drifter's head.
unsuspecting ones
having come there for shelter -
see an enemy.
Love escapes crying
Through the window wide open.
Sing the joy of life!
Happiness of glass,
Reared by a window nation -
Enter springtime, now.
the eyes of watchers
are blinded by the beauty -
which does not return.
No socks or shoes,
no filling for the belly:
dream on, you poor man.
To grant remembrance
and end a drifter's journey:
protection from self.
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