Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

Kozupappara

The cherry trees
wither away to
gusting.
And mountains flurry
in the Winter Sun
shining.
For you my rose your
glow lasts all seasons
living.

It had been years / sense your heading
when the widow blade fell / in the city of barb wire
fence, town like / the Kozukappara.

Useful propaganda
does not hide the
attrocities of man.

The cherry trees
wither away to
gusting.
And mountains flurry
in the Winter Sun
shining.
For you my rose your
glow lasts all seasons
living.

And in this city like Kozukappara,
the cicadas come home to roost.

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