Mushina

Because of the humid summer, the old signs
flake off rust though they’re still not completely red
The runaway kid with a key in his fingers
rattles it along the fence, the rust comes off again
A perfect night, a perfect summer
it was too perfect, clouding our vision
Now the summer has gone and the old sign
rusts away, it’s duty finished
A cold night arrives,
the key cannot be separated from frozen fingers
After the humid summer, the realization of
sleeping alone on the seashore