(for Mac and Yuri-san, Hiroshima 1993)
The sounds rain makes
when it falls on foreign pavements.
Sweet, and mild, this cautious noise;
the reflection of other lights
on different streets, happens
when small pleasures will suffice
and become large in another country altogether.
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30 June 2009
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