In the ear, echo of rain:

hollow into which the years pour
petal after petal of reproach—
How far have you walked from home?
What will you find on your return?
I do not believe destiny only leads
to one end. Rain silvers the roofs.
Streets gleam with a dull shimmer.
Koi swim from the depths as if from the past.
Streets gleam with a dull shimmer.
To what end does rain silver the roofs?
I do not believe destiny only leads.
What will you find on your return?
How far have you walked from home?
Petal after petal of reproach,
hollow into which the years pour
in the ear; echo of rain.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Under an Umbrella.

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