An abundance of parachutes glow nightly in the dark waters
before the volcano. Open, close, open. Like the petals of a cherry blossom,
someone says, an invitation to remember
what is fleeting, the blooming magnificence of wild renewal,
before breeze fells them like blankets of snow.
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Inspired by this article about the recent influx of luminescent jellyfish in Japan’s Yojirougahama waterway.
