sakura season
shoots 
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

 & matriarchs


~~


empty road

the flashing red

that pins a brimming crowd


~~


holy water

painting my feet

in golden depth


Year: 
2012