are out there.
05 Aug 2001 / 5:04 a.m.
A long time ago a poet named Kobayashi Issa wrote this:
ariake ya ie nashi neko mo koi wo naku
the homeless cat, too
cries for love
Right now the moon is setting and the sky goes light, illuminating fine clouds above the clay hills behind our house. I have it in my head that I will go outside, light a cigarette, and listen.
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