what bonsai is to gardening
what Hiroshima is to the planet
aren’t we still crouching
under our school desks
aren’t we still waiting
for the effects of Fukushima
walking the roads of Basho
picturing what’s left
when the sensitivity leaves
when the ghosts are filmed back
into our dream worlds and
our mothers and fathers return
to scold us one more time
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