Hokkaido BY KIT FAN It was summer in Hokkaido.            The forest stole the wind            and I swallowed my footsteps.            Nobody came to the springs.            Butt naked I sat halfway            through my life measuring            this, that. In Hokkaido it was summer.            Everything was halved or merged.            Half-cut fingers, half-foxgloves,            a marrowbone-cum-cabbage white.            The [...]