Torn between life and living –
I chose life, and here I have it.
I came for the cherry blossoms,
laid down in the pencil-shaped shadow
of the namesake. It was four
in the afternoon for hours. I woke
up that night covered in dew. Repenting,
as soon as a store opened, I bought a tie.
Years, laws, my wife, all passed,
and so did I, but barely.
Some places are in-between,
some people are places.
– Betsy Walls
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