Contemprary Tanka Poet Mariko Kitakubo.

on a chilling morning
I realise that
for my mother
there will be
no next summer
Mother departed this life

Mother is dead -
beneath my recollections,
like a ringing in the ears
the receding light
of mid-summer

can I love again,
do I still have
the courage
to fall
head over heels?

sun shining
into corners of the glass door -
leaving behind
an unfinished letter

loving both
thunder and evening showers
I love
the summer that uproots
and carries me off

all alone
in a far-off place
is revolving
a tiny universe,
a plum in space

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