POEM: EVENING WITH SUNLIGHT

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hills retreat from me

arms crossed over chest

& sunsets colored golden

mercy colored

grasses in fields

sing oldtime songs

on mountains trees

old hearts remote & still

here in this time & place

I've been meat of a clam

a babe's foot stamps on

here in this time & place

surrender stubborn intimate

arms crossed walking off

the poems of Nakahara ChūyaWhere stories live. Discover now