Climb Reflected Twice: the figure is smaller than the rain

Stone stairs under maples, one figure halfway up, rain falling harder than I planned.

Stone stairs under maples, one figure halfway up, rain falling harder than I planned.

The last umbrella leaves and the lanterns stay lit for no one.

The canal holds the whole scene upside down, steadier than the air above it.

The gorge at Tofuku-ji in that week when the maples turn and no one looks at anything else.
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