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The
glow of dawn behind a hill
rousing
two thatched houses,
a
lake boat's bedsheet sail
set
under snow-topped volcanoes,
tuned
stones in meanders
of
a stream as it wanders
past
narrow canoes,
close
reeds, the cranes
in
flight above a bridge, black pines...
From
bogeymen's humiliations
on
rickety tenement stairs,
down
snaking corridors I escaped
the
dark disturbances -
and
between my dozing parents lay
awake
to roses on wallpaper,
or
four thin slots' faint painted distance
diminishing
those nightmares
in
first hints of day.
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