Poetry Corner

The Road to Ippon Matsu

Sakura blossom
Photo from wikimedia commons
 We biked through the seasons: Spring, sakura blossom,
 Summer, sardines by the river,

 Autumn, volcanic eggs by Hakone Lake,
 Winter, snow on Bow Beach. Our twenty-something selves,

 you a black-lashed boy,
 me, aka no tanin — a red stranger.

 Steeped in tea terraces, we rode
 to Ippon Matsu Shrine and made a pledge.

 Alexandra Corrin-Tachibana

 First published in Orbis Quarterly International Literary Journal, Autumn 2020 

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