in Hiroshima
I wake to the cry
of cicadas ...
under the grass
what's left of angered souls
Hedgerow, 35, June 26
A Room of My Own: Thoughts Pacing Gembun
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Another night of shifting, flipping the pillow, and counting sheep …
my thoughts pacing
in moonlit dark, one stray
outbarks the rest
*Added:*
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