cycling through
the turnabout and
back up the path
I took when I first
arrived
bizan
beautiful mountain
to the shrine I built
on the wooded corner
to the wooded god
the green sounds
crinkling overhead
the sky warped and blue
a jet-lag day
I built the shrine
where a shrine once stood
I built the shrine
from rocks I found
on the path
on my way up
maru kaite
draw a circle
warped and wrapped
back to the past
to the ground where I began
the ground where I decide on the ending
green tender shoots
of some Japanese wonder
pushing up and through
an early spring
an early ending
an early beginning
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