Japanese If You Please / 2008

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 as clipped as their hedges, edged like the bamboo fenced trees and lawns ; the Japanese glide through their Tokyo as the kanji glides across the page.