Friday, July 15, 2011

This Exile Life

Canada is the house where I was raised
So large and empty nowadays
Walls filled with my childhood pictures
Japan is the apartment I live in
Crowded with books and things
Shared space for the love of my life and I

Rare colors of a Labradorean flower from the wild
Flourishing in the sun and hothouse warmth of this isle
Alone far from its fellows
Or a delicate frost bitten Japanese lily
Strangled without sun and withering beside a cool window
Blasted by north Atlantic storms

The choice was simple
And I do not regret it

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