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POEM: Furusato

Furusato

This atarashii town
is the place where I umareta,
but I don’t yet know its michi or tori.
I don’t have a sumu basho.
Last night I ate heibon Mexican food
at a restaurant whose iriguchi
I had trouble finding in the pouring ame.
The path to antei is long.

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15 April 2022
Pittsfield MA

Based on experiment #80 by Charles Bernstein.

(NaPoWriMo Day 15)

Published in Massachusetts My poems NaPoWriMo2022 Poetry

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