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Kamakura
by Kay Weeks

I had almost forgotten
When I saw that ghostly mist
Spidering up the Island
Cliffs and pines
Our time in Japan
When we clumsily brushed the sumi-e
And felt a sudden oneness
With some ancient, oriental scribe
Clad in black Kimono
Cross-legged on a zabuton
Sitting so exquisitely desk-bound.














 

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