Author Hiroaki Sato The pagoda-tree casts a deep, deep afternoon shadow; difficult to have a nap as though I had a lingering hang-over. In my neighbor's house, who are they, scheming minds alive: into my dream come the sharp sounds of go stones striking the board. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments