Still Spring Poem by Amy Uyematsu

Still Spring



in season's late rain / we travel poppy-domed hills/ pilgrims' eyes
brimming / the chirp of sparrows and kids / playing well past dark
whose small throated sighs / a lover's quarrel / that blue trickster
time / how real our wide shining eyes / is this the last kiss

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Amy Uyematsu

Amy Uyematsu

Southern California
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