Looking at the ember mountains
I have thoughts of pumpkins at sunset
on the road to the ocean.
Autumn orange shining in the fields
like the fresh ikura I would steal
from you at dinner, to enjoy your pouting taste.
Offshore breeze in my face, driving fast
You were my companion
navigator of sharp tongue and soft lips.
But night has fallen on me
beneath telephone wires and tree branches
Alone to find the way by starlight.
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