Water
I tilt
bucket-shaped water and
toss it out all at once:
for a moment it floats in the air in the shape of a rhombus
smashes against concrete
flattens screaming
extends feelers as if begging for help
struggles a little
then silently expires
© Translation: 2011, Takako Lento
© Heiichi Sugiyama
From: Konomagakure
Publisher: Shujitsukanbo, Nagano, 1987
Poetry by Editorial Team
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Written on 2011-10-21 at 03:50
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