A drowsy thought, how the name
sounds like a plucked string, Kyoto–
I’ve never been, but have read some Basho–
his sad bird calling, air that cracks.
Another one of these!
Too tired to rest, this less
a dream of a place and more
a dream of dreaming,
of foreign concepts– laquered maples,
bamboo groves, and sleeping
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Reading this poem
in the i-phone’s glow –
ah, insomnia!
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Ha! This doesn’t sound familiar, at all… 🙂
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Yep, Kyoto is a bit like that!
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Someday!!
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It’s just waiting for you. It is a very patient city.
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I do love how you string your words together. Such a wonderful voice.
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Thank you! I would say a sleep-deprived voice
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We’re all dreaming…
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