A poem…

Written by Lorna Shapiro

My sister sent me this poem… seems like the whole family is feeding my love of all, actually most, things Japanese (I don’t like eating raw egg on my rice.)  

Tour

by Carol Snow

Near a shrine in Japan he’d swept the path

and then placed camellia blossoms there.

 

Or — we had no way of knowing — he’d swept the path

between fallen camellias.