Years past our lives met
He reserved as stately oak
I fluttering by
No model for us
No mold to harden firmly
Only look by look
Words unworkable
Oceans streams and rivulets
Apart no love thoughts
Still there as Fuji
Majestic Being often
His frown reappears
Peonies I want
Lavish peonies I get
Profusion abounds
My wishes fulfilled
Whims become wants serious
As Noh intentions
No gifts in return
I’ve none of value slight seeds
Mature so slowly
Too late he is dead
Shattered lightening strike so strong
Clouds part fearfully
Might-have-beens since gone
Left at my lintel denied
A way to enter
My Japanese friend
Mysterious to the end
Gathering peonies
Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
2/25/2018
This is a beautiful statement of past gone by, that might have been, if we’d had more daring in our hearts.