Grey day
End of day
Malaise
Inside weeping
Searching for
Sun
But only find
Melancholy
Ennui
Even the nishkigoi
Are sluggish
And lethargic
Under my fingers
As the food floats
On the water
I use a finger
To ripple the surface
And one grabs a bit
And goes to the bottom of the pond
Tears well as I
Look up to the grey ski
I sigh deeply.
It is 4:30 pm here
In Hakone it is 5:30 am
You are sleeping.
I close my eyes
And in my head
I see your face
Calm
I wish I could touch
Your cheek
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