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作品名とテーマ
１．Nightcap：飲食
２．A Letter to You：手紙
３．The Pasture：幼少期
４．Father：色

Nightcap

I love the time walking up to his bar
expecting the night, I spend with him.
When I opened the door,
he was looking at the entrance which I just opened as if
he knew that I would come.
Our eyes met.
Then he lifted the corner of his mouth
and looked up to the clock on the wall.
The long hand on it showed
20 minutes before closing the bar,
that means
I could spend time with him alone
after 20 minutes.
I sat at the corner of the counter
as usual.
He built a cocktail
and put it in front of me
without saying anything.
When I looked up him, he just said,
Irish Coffee.
I thought for a while, then he said in soft tones,
You want another one?
No, I just wanted to know the reason—.
He did not reply and walked to other guests.
After these two went out from here,
he called my name in whisper.
I turned off the light on a store board,
closed the curtain
and locked the entrance.
Then,
he started making another drink for himself.
The sound of his shaker filled my ears.
Tonight is still young.

A Letter to You

I might be:
one of your best friends,
and a good roommate,
because I could feel
what you wanted me to do,
and did it for you.
When you wanted to spend time alone,
I caught that,
and went out from our room for a walk.
And after several tens of minutes, or more,
I went back
with something you liked in my hand.

I was an actress,
always masking my emotions,
and pretending to be a friend of you.
Sometimes I felt sorry
for my hiding everything,
though it was the only way of
being with you.

Yesterday,
I heard that you would be marry him,
so, this might be the last one
I write about you.
There was nothing I left undone.
All I wanted to you
was to say I loved you.

The Pasture

The pasture was spread behind
the house where I had lived.
In spring, we, siblings, ran from our home
to the opposite side
of the grass land.
In summer, our play changed from tag
to hide-and-seek.
In autumn,
a huge car came and cut it.
Then another one came
to make hay bales. Mom
told us not to go there until these big
machines finished everything.
So, we watched the machine laying
eggs, made of grass, through the window.
After they left, we rushed to the hay balls and find
the one and climbed
up. At that time, brother was in early childhood,
I helped him climbing up the ball
and after that I jumped on it. We stayed
there for a long time,
until mom came
to the pasture with her camera.
Just before winter, a truck came to carry hay bales
to farmers. In winter, green pastures turned
white. We rushed
to the pasture again.

Father

Gray is the color
of my father’s hair,
and at the time he met his wife,
it was black. His hair
changed color
as the time passed.

In the past,
he liked dying his hair.
When his daughter
was born, it was blond.
While his wife was
expecting his second
child, he stopped
dying, so
his hair turned into
the original color,
black again, and
as the time passed,
he started to notice some gray hair,
so sometimes dyed his hair brown.

Now his daughter
is 20 and son
is 10. He stopped
dying his hair
before I noticed,
and now,
his hair is gray.