AGAIN
Spring again is many―many girls―
each astride the shoulders of trees;
all the trees run to the horizon, and there is a force of unspent joy
in the air. And all at once
the fruits purple, ripen, and fall,
rippling the water into which a single man
gazes. He doesn’t
see his face there any longer. Raises his head.
each astride the shoulders of trees;
all the trees run to the horizon, and there is a force of unspent joy
in the air. And all at once
the fruits purple, ripen, and fall,
rippling the water into which a single man
gazes. He doesn’t
see his face there any longer. Raises his head.
Blue emptiness. He doesn’t see anything. Exists.
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