loquat fruits have grown in my neighborhood. How are you doing, teacher? I saw a loquat on my way home from the library on Tuesday afternoon. They are bright orange and round. I couldn't get close to them because they were over a hedge, but the orange color was hidden among the green leaves, attracting my attention. At that time, I was reading “Paulownia Flowers” by Kitahara Hakushu, and as I looked down, I noticed a loquat on the page as if to indicate that I was reading the same poem. It was a tanka poem like this.
When the loquat tree yields yellow loquat fruits, we are surprised and jump to our death.
I was surprised and jumped up and down. I didn't jump up like that, but as I compared the loquat fruit in front of me with the angular letters on the page, I felt a sense of joy, as if by chance the letters, the world, and my palm were connected in a shallow way. In layman's terms, I felt it was fate. So today, I decided to write a poem using loquat as a motif.
I imagine. There is a small house at the bottom of a hill. There I, as an adult, and someone else live there. We are standing in the kitchen on a May afternoon, and an orange-fruited loquat tree peeks out from a nearby window. The window is open, so I am sure it smells good. I don't know what loquat smells like, but it must be sweet like honey. We are surrounded by happy times. But I know that happiness has an end. Even if there is no separation of the heart, there will eventually be a physical separation. It is a happiness that cannot last forever. I imagine that after she goes through my separation, she will live alone. At that time, I want her to forget me.
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