2025/Julian-

They come with boxes,

to a land so foreign

Welcomed by the heat

of this quiet island.

Their hellos so soft,

but their goodbyes softer

Oh how I have learned

to miss them no longer.

Like a dandelion,

they soar in the breeze

As I sit patiently-

planted firm, left to freeze.

Yokota, the place to which I stay true-

A quiet witness, as the old turns new.