At daybreak

                I wake up crying

-intimations of rain

               and future heartaches.

- Amari Hayashi

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Sorrows of the plum

plucked entire are not seen

just in bleak bruises.

They linger on the tongue

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Days on the yellow

edge, twisting slowly. I fade

toward oblivion.Look.

The thin moon whispers

of pale birches seen in Rome.

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fur flies out at us. Twisted

green pieces rumor

the end. Wizened winter

sun speaks ochre blossoms again.