Vernal Haze

Like rough-woven silk, like silk crepe, the morning after rain,
it sways and trails, follows the wind, closes off the spring-scape.
Flowers are all blurred—what else do they resemble
if not a beautiful woman behind a blind?
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Ema Saiko
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