Tadafumi Ikezu


When finding leads to nothing,
The supposed light at the end
Failing to brighten,
Cry not, scowl not… keep warning.

But cry I did,
Scowl as well
When I couldn’t fit with the others
Keeping my voice only to myself.

If only the place had ears!
There no one would hear us,
But above there were always the clouds
So beautiful white.

My brother and I couldn’t catch them
Or float with them,
For we were rooted to this ground to play
Football as they drifted away.

Then dad one day-
He found a way out.
What next? Where to?
We couldn’t imagine what to expect.

“Boys, see those clouds?
We’re going with them now,
To a new place where there
Are more like us.”

For a few more months we waited,
Until after 11 years it was time–
We said our goodbyes–
And that was our end to it.


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