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She is more than huge, she is blatantly contradictory.
She’s American-ish, but Japanesey;
Familiar but exotic;
Traditional but wildly avant garde.;
Savoring but guzzling;
Giddily young but staidly elderly.
Near Shinjuku station it’s girls in blue jeans
And tiny kimono-clad matrons popping into Starbucks.
This immigrant from Seattle sits amid metallic, glitzy structures
And Times Square shaming electric signage.
There is no downtown but a dozen downtowns
Strung like beads around the circling Yamanote Line.
We jump on and off like locals, sampling each one.
Ikebukuro, Ueno, Okachimachi, Akihabara .
Later the bullet train pulls into Shin-Yokohama,
Long, low and unapologetically futuristic.
It’s the 6:00 o’clock bound for Kyoto.
We grab a Mc Donalds before boarding.
A few blocks away, in a tranquil garden
A heron dips its beak
And sends the moon gyrating .
4 thoughts on “Travels | Tokyo”
This piece is amazing! Photography and poetry is such fitting pair. Like Moscato and Muenster on a late lazy afternoon. More please!
Domo aregato. 🙂 Here is the original piece from where the Tokyo part was extracted
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Great photographs and exquisite poetry! Well done, V. [you may like to know that your URL in the header for this post is misspelled – has an extra ‘o’…]
Thanks man. Good catch. I have a little blind spot on my retina from surgery and it’s about the width of one character, so I’m bad at catching doubles. 🙂 Thanks again.