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Rose Garden

I strain to catch the words
of the roses, however
much I draw inwards
their scent and colour.

I've listened too long
to the macho fountain
bursting into airy song,
stippling the pool's skin.

I've lost my senses
in the carp's stealth,
circling upon itself
within its absences.

Fukuyama, 1981

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