in the Japanese garden
just the whispering
of running water
memory failing
and no one left to confirm
how things used to be
in grandpa's garden
held together by creepers
an old wooden hut
on the branch
a gull cleaning its beak -
on the ground
a broken eggshell
now the gentle breeze
releases a tiny leaf
to the flowing stream
-o=0=o-
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