Harada

I guess I watched too many
Kurasawa movies after midnight,
Trusting you can always simply
Wipe the blood from off the blade.

Your smile wrapped around entire towns,
You at the table with open ears 
And gallons of freshest lemonade.
At first, I found you fake
But after months,
I saw your honest heart
Was far too large.
I wondered when you took a breath.

The county fair was underway
The start of May.
I stole a precious couple of your minutes
To escort you through the maze of stands,
Amusement contraptions,
Curtains promising a woman
Turning to a wolf 
The other side,
The kissing booths,
So careful not to touch your overburdened shoulders.

Autumn skies
Are ending credits in disguise.
The rides uprooted,
Traveling to warmer southern states.
The actors rose and walked
Across the graveled studio parking lots
To compact grey cars
And wound to compact grey houses,
Sleeping in until their time on set,
Another show, another day.
The samurai were dead and never moved again.

- 12/5/25

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