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Poem

Tatsuji Miyoshi

Signal

A water wheel by the mill. A lone camellia tree in the shade of a thicket.
A butterfly flutters down to a newly made rut, moving in different directions,
to the quiet rhythms of its wings – it arrests me
“Here we are, dear, the railroad crossing . . .” I pause

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Signal

A water wheel by the mill. A lone camellia tree in the shade of a thicket.
A butterfly flutters down to a newly made rut, moving in different directions,
to the quiet rhythms of its wings – it arrests me
“Here we are, dear, the railroad crossing . . .” I pause

Signal

A water wheel by the mill. A lone camellia tree in the shade of a thicket.
A butterfly flutters down to a newly made rut, moving in different directions,
to the quiet rhythms of its wings – it arrests me
“Here we are, dear, the railroad crossing . . .” I pause
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