Sushi

We are eating sushi

near the train station, heading

back. Raw fish makes me smile.

She wields her chop-sticks like a pro

and has this way of pushing her hair

behind her ear that is entrancing.

The rolling stock is rumbling

across sleepers,

the orchards look stark, rolling by.

But I have her.

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