Haru (Japanese for Spring)A Poem by Struggleran ode to Japan 2011Heaving earth shook Japan awake to the sway Of skyscraper buildings. The ocean Caught chills from abrasive tectonic plates. Swells rose above the shoreline and Spilled over rooftops and swept the streets. Flood waters lapped at the heels Of runners racing for the highest hills. Picking up pieces in a sandy wave, A grey blanket of grief, vast as villages, Hoarded homes and scattered thatch roofs Under thick skies smudged ashy black. But, Haru! Haru! Spring will come again soon... The ebb-tug retreated from straw and paper walls. Miyagi is strewn with muddy footprints Where an old man stands on the wayside With his bulging cardboard box Of other people's photo albums. His fingers unrolled the scrolled edges. With water-spotted bookmarks in hand He bowed to sunshine that dried mire into cakes Of crack-able dirt as dust clouds of cherry blossoms Cloaked the driftwood- rubble. But, Haru! Haru! Spring will come again soon... © 2011 Struggler |
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Added on August 27, 2011 Last Updated on August 28, 2011 Author
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