i think of
the little notebook
made for me
with the black-
cloth binding
& the japanese
patterned-paper
with cherry-blossoms
& an outline
of Mt. Fuji
& it's raining.
i am watching a
japanese film
dreaming in &
out of it
as i think of
the little notebook
in this quiet house
this evening
but for a girl
who sings
that Beatles song.
& i will write the
words of this poem
in that book
for it is
to be useful &
practical &
"not a precious thing" -
but it is to me
it is to me
& it is snowing
& it is snowing...
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