Reading the ‘The 47 Ronin’
On my sunny balcony in the morning
Cutting mushrooms and onions
For a simple lunch
For the wife and I
Tapping at the keyboard
As the noonday sun turns to evening rainclouds
And the heat of the day blows away
With cool winds from over Holy Hiezan
Watching a show together
On the flat widescreen we bought
At Christmas
Then collapsing side by side
On our futon in the dark
There are worse ways
To spend summer vacation
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