Lambs, apples, attics,
The dawn is flowers.
That is as you please—
Edo period
Sedges and pond weed
But many blackbirds.
In the hospital
You swam in jaundice
Yellow as lemons,
Pulling together
Phrases remembered
But not the places
Where you first met them
And said, There I am.
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