Sakura On Osaka mornings spirits glide easy over the ponds and the timeless lacquer-red bridges. Cherry blossoms rise, tiny suns in the morning fog; clouds - old man's beard, on the face of Mt. Kongo. Free here, a half-world away, our daughter's smile young strangers here borrowed it -- and I silently send you my daily bouquet of regret.
© Jon Bohrn (2002) ("Catal")
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 Osaka Garden Photograph © David Solzman |
