Sad Hiroshima had been thinking of shadows all day

She looked at her own and those of other people

As they crossed the square towards the bank

The woman had been standing next to the bank when it happened

Her shadow now resides in the peace museum

A single tear ran down Sad Hiroshima’s porcelain face

She felt for the woman who had been waiting for the bank to open

The woman’s name had been Mitsuno Koshitomo

She had vanished almost immediately

Leaving only her shadow as her lasting memorial