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Kazuko Shiraishi

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I have never been anything like pink
a child becomes a girl     and finally     when she heads for the dawn
there is one long road to M.     from Y.     a bus goes by every thirty
when she missed the bus     the girl
walked with a large brown bag     in the dark daytime
on a road lined with black woods
Regarding the future   the donkey contemplates   after this century 
   What sort of century will come   then
How will the donkey's ears   be useful
Will poetry be peacefully prosperous   or
Hang on to the ears of hell   panting   burning fiercely   the fire of energy that 
   Rides the rising air current