My second school trip to Fuji and my colleague had managed to find a 3 star hotel with 5 star views of the mountain across Lake Kawaguchi. We arrived in the evening, Fujisan a deep blackness against the sky.
rising early
five star views
of fog

Japanese Form Poetry by SB Wright
My second school trip to Fuji and my colleague had managed to find a 3 star hotel with 5 star views of the mountain across Lake Kawaguchi. We arrived in the evening, Fujisan a deep blackness against the sky.
rising early
five star views
of fog

Nothing really prepares you for the immensity of a city the holds 30 million people. On the fifth floor of a YMCA building in central Tokyo, I gaze out the window, straining to find a feature beyond the mass of concrete and glass.
Tokyo skyline
as far as the eye can see
buildings on buildings
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The trick, I told myself, was to laugh at those embarassing memories of my teenage years that always seemed to ambush me unawares. Laughing at them, at myself, seemed to create some persepctive.
my teenage years
all the thickheaded things
not caught on camera
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autumn lingers
the tips of my fingers cold, still,
after washing
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on the bank
of the Tenma River
giant oleanders
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Genbaku Dōmu
children’s voices carried
on the wind
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tearful hush
we shuffle past the
blast shadow
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easter weekend
only the gluten-free
buns left
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in the torchlight
the silent wingbeats
of the barn owl
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autumn deepens
each night another cat
joins us on the bed
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