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HANAMATSURI

from Take Me to Church


Hanamatsuri and the wind-choked
eaves of autumn garb; dancers
pink and red; sirens of
a better world. Everywhere
and nowhere.

The coiled gasp of mortal days'
unquestioned bars, in time arrayed.
Erratic pattern of the fly,
oh what can it signify?

Agony, O agony of the pine
heaven-yearning; dust-moored.
Spectral traces of the ray
breaking on the wood, midday
adumbration.






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