Walking Through Gion

It’s red and it’s golden

Wet and gorgeous

This night as it rains

My shoes fill with water

My eyes fill with water

I’m smitten

By the way the city just is



Conversation is served by the teaspoon

From the pot of the city

Like catching droplets in eyelashes

And wiping tears off beloved faces.

A teaspoon is refreshing

When brewing peppermint tea.

Sometimes it spills,

Stained with reality

And people wade through


Irked by the way it splashes their legs.

Unminding of rain,

But unforgiving of puddles.