scuttering
into the non-sense of darkness
it's a little to the left of heaven
knows
Rokkasho
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spring on Honshu Island
a white-tailed eagle on a black pine
whistling you step into a puddle
ruffling the reflected leaves
the parent branch bends
lower to scuff your shoes
tritium cesium iodine
day lilies
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breathe the sea as it catches
your breath when you come
out it is colder than ever
and 'ever' is a frost-bitten lip
blacker than the signwriter's letters
Welcome to Rokkasho Reprocessing Plant