Though I left her cold
The mountain never left me
Cloaked in ice
Vanilla surging toward the
Colder air and melting sun
The alien cone of Fuji-san
Alone above the deep green
Origami of her skirts
Drew me and my children
As it will draw theirs
The beaches blossom here
As breakers hiss and sink
Into the sand
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