Year
sakura season
shoots
still green
still green
~~
Radiation
passed but whispers
of last year’s trip
~~
Sterile masks
a third
of pollen-fearing faces
~~
British Embassy
the grand pillars
of imperial past
~~
reserved faces
of salary-men
of salary-men
& matriarchs
~~
empty road
the flashing red
that pins a brimming crowd
~~
holy water
painting my feet
in golden depth