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Learning English in Japan

A mascara tint of smoke, the moon
smacked against a slow November.

The high dahlia of your smile learned
by heart, a slow passing November.

My rough heart a gardenia opening
at a Japanese school dance.

Student murmurs like willow breeze,
banners decorate the reposed heart.

Water plants smaller than blue lotus
and speaking newly learned English.

Aging November. Dissembled waves
left to themselves by swimmers.

The moon takes me in her arms
like a mother her child in the bath.

Some beautiful images here. I like how they keep coming back to the title and learning a language.

Couplets well served in this. I can find nothing to crit. This is as good a poem as can be read anywhere.

lovely....