Finding you above Kyoto

Finding you above Kyoto

stone cats in red knits

lined a narrow canal

sweetened water swirled

in bowls of fallen leaves

staining my hands with tannins

of a winter soon born

in hills above mist and mystery

I climbed with you weightless

resting in the small of my back

sweat trickled blood flowed

and on the summit I snatched

a chilled breath and settled

in the gathering silence

away from a home I cling to

fear left me and rose to

a ridge of solid stone

you held me you covered me

my brother a blanket of love

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