Tomorrow
A new point of view.
“So we drove around Tokyo, music playing on the stereo. It’s because we let ourselves do these things that the air gets polluted, the ozone layer breaks up, the noise level increases, people become irritable, and our natural resources are steadily depleted. Yuki lay her head back in her seat and gazed silently at the city night.”
She’s wild
But kind …
And her blessed eyes
Run deep into her head
Like mountain springs
Far in
And
Cool and good.
She has saved me
From everything that is
Not here.