Fishing boats
look alive
bobbing on the waves
but on islands
half obscured by clouds
fields
roads
towns
are too distant
to show a human face
I think of bombers
during the Pacific War
bringing death
I see mountains
green
alien
beautiful
I begin to encounter
islands of the “Divine Wind”
kamikaze
where my experiences are
yet to be
unpredictable
sacred.
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