Siblings tend not to care much about boundaries and borders. Having worn each others' T-shirts, it's unlikely that they'd go to war over a border.
The models of adulthood are disappearing fast. How can two people have a new marriage if neither of them is an adult?
There is no hierarchy in Japanese Buddhist poetry.
Poetry keeps longing alive.
Two birds fly past. They are needed somewhere.
The best poems take long journeys. I like poetry best that journeys--while remaining in the human scale--to the other world, which may be a place as easily overlooked as a bee's wing