the loves of m

the loves of m she collects
with butterfly hands in her
japanese garden, rubicund,
koi swimming abstractedly
cherry blossoms falling like
s           n             o           w
                  w             s
     o                                  n
                    n            w
s           n             o           w


but her love to transience is
a slave. when idle bamboos
in the autumn evening bend
the lantern's soft light ebbs
the tender lotus, poignantly,
d r   i      f         t                 s


the love of m is a song, her
loves, its half-remembered
l       l        l        l        l      l
i        i        i        i
n       n       n
e       e
s

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