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 Memory and Forgetting

I have forgotten how many times he kissed me,

But I cannot forget

A swaying branch—a leaf that fell

To earth.

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 Pillar-Print, Masonobu

He stands irresolute

Cloaking the light of his lantern.

Tonight he will either find new love or a sword-thrust,

But his soul is troubled with ghosts of old regret.

Like vines with crimson flowers

They climb

Upwards

Into his heart.

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