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: Makoto Kobayashi

Sebagian hujan bulan Juni katamu
Mengalir ke tempat yang tak pernah diduga oleh siapa pun
Di kantung celana, ia mungkin menjelma bill sebuah restoran 
Ikan panggang dan sup tofu, di sanalah kita berenang-renang
Menghabiskan waktu sambil mengamati masa depan 

Di sebuah taman dekat jalan pulang
Kau mengambil sauh dari dalam buku gambarmu
Menunjuk sebuah titik yang begitu kecil
Di sanalah hujan dan gerimis berawal
Mulanya hanya kesedihan dan awan yang kromatik
Menggumpal tiada pasti
Gemuruh pun terdengar dari balik gedung-gedung yang tinggi

Rintiknya mengalir perlahan
Kancing-kancing baju kita menjerit
Terpekik di antara yang begitu deras
Seketika kau dengar denyut yang bersahutan
Memanggil riuh angin dengan pelan

Sauh kini hendak kemana berlayar
Ketidakpastian katamu, bukan lagi sebuah kejahatan
Atau siasat perang
Yang kerap menyembunyikan ketakutan
Meski sudah kutelan pil penenang itu


Jekardah, July 2019

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