Satnrose
The Poet Issa and His Lost Children

Issa all night sat and looked out at the black sand and the illusion of

fog around the mountain filled his head like smoky dreams where the

daughter of his mind was hidden in the cloud under the volcano and

in the morning he stood on the beach and watched the tide begin the

next month waiting for the snow where the rain did not fall freezing

he went out walking with the dawn every morning which dissolved

the fragile sun and he told himself he thought he could not remember

exactly what she looked like and he pretended he had forgotten just

how many shades of green and gold the forests under Fuji could turn

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