Japanese, If You Please
Beings, precious, small, frail, they
walk at a precise pace, more wary, than gaijin*
with their large log-like feet,
of the other small precious lives,
the flight of tiny, blue and gold-faced, birds,
the cream dipped moth .. on an errant breeze.
Close-cropped, clean-cut, trimmed and clipped as their hedges,
softly edged like the bamboo fenced trees and lawns;
the Japanese glide through their Tokyo
as the kanji glides across the page.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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