A Rainy May Day in Kijijoji
The wretched scurry from their hovels --
They scoop up their possessions --
Trash to most all in this profligate world --
The weather is relentless and without compassion,
Like the minds of those who pass by without a single concern save their mania --
Torn and tattered fashions not chic -- essential,
Time and worry crushed their frames,
Rain splattered spirits crouching in dingy niches.
Rain spirits growth on this earth
While the wretched seek shelter before they are washed away.
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