On a Saturday, we come across
a lake populated by couples
in boats of row and swan.
“You can be on a rowboat anywhere,”
she says, “but where can you swan?”
After a couple Konnichiwas and yen
we board an ugly duckling,
my gaijin frame compressed,
Top feathers masking Ueno Park
In a slouch, I take it all in
handsome couples winsome paddles
the time of the season of loving.
hands together, tones in harmony
We drift.
.
.
Seabirds circle,
painting arcs in the clear sky.
with a splat, one has the gull
to drop us a “hello.” with that,
we say “goodbye.”
On to wander
with the drumbeats of Tokyo
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