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moon leans down.
spirit of the departed
pale, smiling.
in the yakitori bar
every face
a character from Hiroshige.
we bend to each other
laughing
at the unfailing sorrow
of our human condition.
sake tasting
of tears.
warm night
cicadas tisk and tut:
our homeward staggering.
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simonhlilly 
I really love this one… so poignant and mildly salty…
Simon, it was so easy to see this scene you set as one of the stations on the Takaido Road. I am an avid fan of Hiroshige. Marvelous.>KB
Thank you, both. The beginning of quite a dark piece, but does break out somewhat in the end, I think