Tokyo to Kamakura

fading sunset—

all the Skytree visitors

on the Fuji-san side

November fog—

a passing shinkansen

pressurizes our cabin

oh, Kamakura—

I step inside

the Great Buddha’s emptiness

billowing leaves . . .

I hold my bow a little longer

over Blyth’s grave

thoughts of autumn—

rain on the train window

changes angle