Standing at the revolving belt
of a Japanese buffet
he picked out a teriyaki bowl.
Soon the bowl is empty soon
full of gleaming tears. A tiger-moth
flitting over the gleam.
A mug of coffee steamed up
the windows of his mutism
where suddenly someone smiled.
Someone who loved him the most
but never arrived from the hidden side
of reality(the same side of dreams)
©Osara New York
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