The breeze is cool
Beside the river
Relentless blue sky
Breaks the first crust of moon.
A heron looks me over,
Glassy-eyed gaijin stare,
Then flies away across the water
As the cicadas start up again.
The rocks are warm
Beside the river
I lie back and
Let my thoughts rest on you.
Monday, 8 September 2008
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