Main station, Tokyo

A giant stands patiently

Rush hour swirls around

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Conductor bows low

From the window, low clouds drift

Mount Fuji still smokes

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At bloody hell pond

Crimson waters steam gently

Trees stripped to the bark

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Under the volcano

Children woke by low rumbles

Still the day goes on

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Monks sit by the door

Brushes rest in clear water

Hands write on demand

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Open spaces, fawn deer

Visitors feed them by hand

Satisfied they leave

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Temples stand lonely

On every remote hill

Where the eagles fly

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Green tea, orange taste

Red squirrels share the table

Blue skies warm the bones