...and
When you suffer a hill...

Next morning I arose
with the sun and crept outside...

...and there he was
perched high upon...

On the classroom wall
an Iris in silhouette...

Days turned to months
and months to years...

It was December now
and Kuebiko noticed that...

Then the wind changed
empty arms left behind...

The summer stretched on
long and hot...

The fire has died
to embers now...

An icicle melts
plip! plop! in afternoon sun...

He stood proud
five-eleven in bare feet...

In a sun-scorched field
he stands...