Blesok no. 49, July-August, 2006 Poetry

The Starboard of My Wife

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Yasuhiro Yotsumoto

On the way
Dinner
Secrets
The Starboard of My Wife
Meeting in the shadow

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On the way

On the way we knew not from where
my wife plucked a flower.
Above us
hang the sky
and below on the ground
countless pebbles.

On the way we knew not to where
My wife plucked a flower.
Once we lost, then found
each other in front
of a graveyard on the bank of a river.

Not that anyone had called us
nor sent us away,
we just followed the tiny arrows
in faded yellow
marked everywhere around us.

The sins we made we know not
nor the salvation.
In the dark shade of swaying leaves of our hearts
stooping to the bottom of silence,
my wife plucked a flower.

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