I like them red, gold, and romantic

Just like Emily of New Moon,
things press on me until I
‘write them out.’
Whatever do people do
who can’t confide their soul
to their diary?

New book, page one.

A new school year
started today in Japan.
All the Pulejaa kids became
Akutibu, except mine.
It’s a new month.
Time to tell a new story.