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Pauline Flynn, Visual Artist/Poet
Mt.Hiei
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From their room above the trees
she woke and watched
the sky change
from vermilion to pink,
turquoise to cornflower blue.
Far below, Lake Biwa
touches the feet of the forest,
treetops sway - a strange sea.
Oh, to dive into the depths,
sleep in the crook of a bough.
Beside her, he was unaware
she had moved.
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