Water...you alien thing! You carved names in rust

Blue sky, you’re a non-friend. Yellow earth, 

you don’t see me…

But I know you like a pillow from childhood.

Felt. Hugged. Cried into.

Held too close to look upon.

‘Love’ is a word on a dying screen. It sighs when 

dark clouds rise.

Under cherry blossom garlands, I hear it 

breathe.

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