Five persons there are, me and Osamu, and others.
A cockatoo chirps, a play within a play it takes, to favorable to me
Foaming white breakers, a girl who forget to outbloom, the lovely scarlet florists’ daisy she is.
Of younger her sister, to carry on my back, to get something off her chest.
To become a promoted silver, in the shade of a big tree, a one-eyed kid there is.