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") 
Osaka Garden
Osaka Garden
Photograph David Solzman


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