A bamboo blind
hangs across half a lifetime.
A dim oil lamp
flickers.
An unmoving shadow
on the wall.
Tatami whispers to the wall,
“Hey, you—
the mortal world
is the realm of the black moonflower.”
The wall replies,
“Then imprint
that moonflower here, Tatami.”
☘️
Thank you for reading.
Y.A.