Bone and Sinew
We are off again, again in rain, this time to visit Okayama
To see what? I can't recall. I don't suppose it matters
Much, a shrine, a castle, a museum. Anything is worth
A look, the little stores and narrow streets, the clothes
Pinned up to dry outside, items easily dismissed
As boring, but which constitute the bones and sinews
Of a world so unlike our own.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-04-09 at 00:53
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