There is a peaceful little community

in a place of burned up hopes,

beside the track of dreams

                   that drifted away,

       on the edge of a village

                   where crowds pass by.

There, men gather in harmony

       to graze like sheep and fawns. 

On all the beautiful flowers

a sun comes and goes

        through the clouds in freedom.

                                                      ~Mitsui Futabako*

*cited:

The Burning Heart

K Rexroth & I Atsumi