After surviving her husband, the poet who has strayed in the empty time of absence offers cherries before his photograph. “Sakuranshita / Sakuranbo / Saramade kurainasai / Saku.” The rustling sound has an emotion with no destination and suddenly leads to the side of her husband along an unexpected path. It ’s just like a natural restoration. From a collection of poetry "Sakura Sakuran."
"October 26 2019
from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"