For the remainder of the day, everyone sat in silence
not quite believing what they had heard,
and later, as they made their way to the summerhouse,
I waited my turn in the Japanese garden.
The gong was sounding for supper, I remember,
as I made my last call.
The cherry blossom looks so strange in the twilight,
don’t you think – almost ghostly.
Another Way of Saying 
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I love the sense of unease and its subsequent relief you generate from simple existential moments.
Cheers, Laurie Keim
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Thank you Laurie for a most generous and perceptive comment. You’ve given me something to think about, which is the soul of good criticism. Much obliged – cheers to you too!
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