Tin — Miyazawa

— after Kenji Miyazawa

“Because when the rain finally stops,” he said, “tin remembers the shape of every drop.” miyazawa tin

Years later, long after his fever took him at thirty-seven, farmers found his tin boxes scattered across the countryside — in barn rafters, under floorboards, inside hollow persimmon trees. Each one contained a small thing: a beetle’s wing, a single grain of rice, a pressed four-leaf clover. And each one was labeled, in his careful hand: — after Kenji Miyazawa “Because when the rain