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She Becomes a Flower
a poem by
Ayako Iwatani

Among various kinds of people
She appears

Without rest
The black wave of people continues
In just a moment
Something half-circles
In the darkness behind my eyelids
It is her scarf ..
Her Serb-looking scarf...

she becomes a flower

When I open my eyes a little
There spreads a flower field of cellophane
Onto the imaginary plain free from memories
She comes down
As if she were something loving

she becomes a flower

From the painful source of light alone
She is heading this way
I don't expect her to leave any fragrance,
Not anymore

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