Haibun à Madama Butterfly

I.

And the Sun will rise

On wings, the voice must be heard

It is, unto tears

 

II.

Fans and paper walls

To sweep away disbelief

Vertigo in song

 

III.

Oasis, New York

While my bonze rages outside,

I watch and I am

 

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