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solace

Warm black silk slippers
cover both his old dry feet
as he meditates
on his dear father's ashes
summer rain begins
the scent of a yesterday
distracts him from peace
"father, i must leave, " he says,
sushi rice ready
he padded to the table
his son poured sake
"Thank you, " he said politely.
When the rain had stopped
the full moon lit the temple
and the stars were infinite.
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