At Nitobe Garden

with six students

upside down

in the pond

 

a koki wonders

who we are, where

we came from

 

dew-soaked moss

on the lantern

light’s memory

 

the maples

gnarled like

an old man’s feet

 

garden composed

behind a wall

isolated from

 

the world outside

the koki knows

nothing about

 

a gunshot crack

hawk swoops soars

with empty talons

 

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