delicate sounds
of the early spring
taking time
to melt the waterfall
shining in the sun
sound of rain
outside my bedroom
morning lullaby
soft drops
of humidity
in Tokyo
no one notices
my tears
shall I go. . .
shall I stay?
the absence of thunder
pouring
your favorite
blueberry tea
under the stars
scent of firewood
cloudless skies
seedlings after
last year’s ashes
by Mariko Kitakubo and Deborah P Kolodji