(upon reading a blind submission)
I recognize her work without the name—
the Japanese geography, her voice
is unmistakable. She is the same
but far so different since she made the choice
to do it even though she wasn’t sure.
To start anew. Afresh. Away from here.
And things are going perfectly for her—
Her love has made her troubles disappear.
Now is future. You can run away.
Learn the language. Find a gal or guy.
Cross the sea and find a place to stay.
Every single workday airplanes fly
from here to there. I’m in my chair, but she?
She did it, and I wish the same for me.