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tsuyu no yo wa tsuyu no yo nagara sari
nagara
--Issa
those old Chinese poets understood
this world of dew quite well.
they knew that each morning the sun
would dry the grass anew and that
the morning after that each thin
blade, wet again, would be longer
and richer then the day before.
until of course we
cut them down with the blades of
our constantly running lawnmowers -
those made and bought and
sold and used and recycled
by our human hands someday
to be dried to the bone
under six feet of soil and a
wooden casket and some clothes.
those old Chinese poets understood
their world of dew.
and yet,
and yet...
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