Kazuo Ohno
Mother raises flower
looks at it
a certain vulnerability
hesitation
she pivots left
looks
for
after
her son
daughter
all the same
in this
flower
world
here
a hint
of pride
joy
playfulness
all the memories
as she turns back
to engage us
in front of the stage
a moment
through the flower
into darkness
remembers though
turning again to the side
as light dims
daughter
son
move away through life
receding in the distance
beyond
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