After and during
reading and inadvertently bleeding ink upon
‘A Gentle Breeze, Graveyard, Dulcimer (Soyokaze, Hakaba Darushima)’
by Shuntaro Tanikawa
Inspired to chime
with a Tanikawa signed
prose gem to hand
and
with fountain pen poised gently
in the other
my so suddenly ham fisted
unthinking sneeze
covered and twisted jet-black ink
upon
a preciousness of Graveyard Breeze
to darkly spit and yet to dream
such aimless scrawl upon Dulcet face
confirms to me once and for all
my
lowly grovelling snivelling place
within Shuntaro’s sweet neat world
of
simplicity, immediacy and poetic grace.