John Yoshio Naka (1915-2004)

His hands had bent the weathered bough
to form a tinge of forest might
from tiny trees in potted ground

and intimate a storied height
from silent art in juniper
to branch into the rising light.

Now his protecting spirit stirs
to nod its crown in final bow
this honored place, his heart’s reserve.

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