When I was in Japan I wasn’t . . . but when I was because my uncle didn’t
make it
so I did as best I could which means I really wasn’t there
but I was and have been ever since 1945 before I was born
and I felt Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August before I was finally tossed out at the end of October
When I got there I found myself walking North looking for mountains sensing the nuclear waste behind me
plodding north and for some reason I can’t fathom smiling trusting mountains and clear clean snow were ahead
in my dreams