It’s inevitable. The leaves are saying goodbye and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Than to enjoy the brief beauty of golden leaves of asphalt. And share another tanka poem.

“The woman in the street stall
calls me your wife -
and so, for a while, I am.”
Machi Tawara, “Salad Anniversary” (1989).

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