The Time I Went Japanese
I fetched up
on a bridge
one rainy day
and looked through
my canvas
and sighed
at the Hiroshige
I carried in my sleeve
and painted
wavy wavy lines
my tongue
attached to my eyes
and the rain
dripped into my beard
(Van Gogh, Bridge in the Rain, after Hiroshige, 1887)
over the bridge to heaven
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on the bridge
I'll have a white flower
& yesterday's newspaper