From the open window, a breeze
that makes the heat bearable, as I
read Manyõshū, courtiers and princes,
princes and emperors, empresses
always going somewhere, travelling
if not to some distant province
then to the other world, like the old
cat, sitting on a chair in the kitchen,
might soon do. Leaving longing
those who remain, until they too
snap and break in the wind.
29.06.2024
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