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Mariko Kitakubo
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dazzling
her youth, Okinawa– salt breezes purify old memories tonight, only those who have passed away come to me . . . "autumn, now," I mumble grinding coffee beans moonlit, even my melancholy– beside me I'm placing yellow cosmos on the rock my shadow falls fish-shaped . . . surely an illusion for I am a person my ears filled with pure waterfall sounds today I'll be a char fish all day long I'm changing my brown watchband for a pale green one– off to visit a seaside sanitorium darkness is whispering to me– many souls are standing up cavern of Okinawa soft reflection of the sea– I wish to forget that bloodshed
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