The Last Day of Winter
The icy wind rushes around and bites exposed skin.
Tomorrow will be spring but it still feels like the middle of winter.
Throw soy beans in every corner to exercise evil demons.
Command them to leave at the entrance and welcome in good fortune.
Consume your age in hardened soy beans plus one ensuring another year of life.
A mouthful of rolled sushi for dinner.
Quietly facing the lucky direction, all chew in unison.
Smelly grilled sardines keep wandering demons at bay.
An absolute nightmare for cats.
— by Damien Healy
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Damien Healy is from Dublin, Ireland and has lived in Osaka, Japan for the past twenty years. He holds an MA in Applied Linguistics and teaches English language at a Japanese university. He has had three textbooks published for the Japanese university market and has also published language teaching papers in several journals. He has recently found the time to enjoy writing and reading poetry and short stories. He has had poems published in The weekenders, Ofipress, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocane and the Mind[less] Muse.