A Post-Card from Kyoto at Rush Hour
A perverse calm even at rush hour
even from battalions of uniformed teens
fearful of awakening warlord emperors
At the Pink Bunny Cafe, a pastel blue
elephant stylized into a ball
wraps around a raspberry bear
Old women squashed
into the shape of a Z
cross the streets glazed with rain
One thousand and one gold lacquered
radiantly female images of Kannon
have manifested erect for 733 years
Another wooden temple so vast
only rope braided from women's hair
could have dragged its enormous beams
A glass geometrical monolith
vaster than Blade Runner's
imagined future contains
The panther train
eager to carry me back to Osaka
leaving maybe a moved pebble at Rengeo-in garden.
poem - J. Freed
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