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anyway




spring rain.
pattern poetry
on the bus window.

it's far sound,
far people,
and far memories

rain's falling
into the past.

memories
always outside me.

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invisible fire



boys running around.
women talking about
the blossoms.

feel breeze by the finger.

and then
colorless
cherry blossoms
in my mind.

the pale blue
in your eyes.
the pale fire
in the land.

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(photo) cherry blossoms in a park








the night sun

for three excellent artists



the concert hall:
all doors opened
all windows opened
under the night sun.

among non-beings
ears to hear
the earth on the strings
the space on the keyboards.

logics beyond logics
under the night sun.




※One day in April, three great artists came to Japan from Russia to encourage us. Their names are Gidon Kremer, Valery Afanassiev,and Giedre Dirvanauskaite. They played Bach, Brahms, Shostatovich, and Schnittke for not only us but also the dead. I thought their music sounded so deeply that it could definitely reach the other world.  I dedicated a poem to three, our dead people, and our dying people.