published Essays to date: Mariko Kitakubo

five years now
since I sat there
with Mother
supping on noodles
flavered with citron

no one can tell me
at what moment it began
this sad story . . .
the endless winter
of my motherland

it's be
my last love,
I'm telling
my late mother
foot of a pale rainbow

'In The Sequoia Forest'

1)
from these trees
I get the spark of life
and I
give it them,too,
in the sequoai forest

2)
I don't wish
to harm this forest ---
at dawn
the sound of mist swirling
the sound of trees sleeping

3)
dew-clad and silent
the lower branches
f a tree
　　three thousand years old,
standing there fresh and cool

4)
that wind
blowing down
from the tree-top ---
are the eyes of
the sequoia god,opening ?

5)
so faint
the song of the stream
on a redwood trunk ---
one thousand years
of peaceful living

6)
in gratitude
for a time of enrichment
among the trees
I place an oxalis flower
reverently on a stump

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