by Sakutaro Hagiwara
Let us go across the road-bridge,
Like black, swirling sewer water
Treading the viaduct, over criss-crossing paths.
And emerge on a distant, sun-setting hamlet.
High up , every-which-way,
Like birds on heavenly ascent,
Let us soar in one leaping bound over the archway.
Last updated January 14, 2019