Japanese Garden

on the desk, the girl sleeps

She is dreaming of

a japanese garden

tree among shrubs

grandchildren among flowers

a river runs through here

blessing her bloodline with lush crops and fattening wealth

She barely moved from her seat

overlooking the garden

Kids played in front of the fountain

Every year new life blossoms in the field behind them

in the spring, a deer jumps across the river

he asks: careful what you wish for, madam

As much as the garden would be your palace

It would also be your prison.

She nods

Yet it was late

She didn’t have time to get up nor leave