Those roads shrink to the size of minds,
their shoulders broken, their edges cracked and ridges raised,
and the cold kisses each imperfection.
Here rice fields lie burned in renewal
of once and future stalks.
Here arguments run in circles
around pained eyes and moaned looks.
Here the denizens set feet on tatami and shiver
without end for a love that might go on forever.
Here stances will soften, and compassion
creeps into locked hearts, all quiet-like
on cat-feet, and the past will fall away.
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