Four poems based on Mibu Village

He digs by the fireflies.

This soil has leeched his life, year after year.

He digs by the fireflies.

A forlorn attempt at restoring something, anything.

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Shambling villagers clad in haggard clothes

Stuck in long forgotten routines

Patrol the edge of a

once fish laden lake.

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An ancient forever village, enveloped in swirling mists.

A sweet song hung in the air, a tether across worlds.

All songs end.

Now the fog hangs especially thick.

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Lost in an aimless wander.

Tumbling Sakura petals gleaming in the moonlight.

A temporary balm to knowing

there’s no home to go to.

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