Four Scenes from Room 4221

Four Scenes from Room 4221

 

The Sato sign that builds

triangles of green neon

nearly diverts from the grey

bank of rain darkening

Tokyo: 18⁰C, 17:36.

Two blocks away, twenty floors

of fish scale lights shimmer

oscillating like starlight,

a blue diamond

at the upper left, a blur of red

and white to the right – illegible.

Red points blink on, on,

on each of tallest blocks

Tokyo Tower ascends

into dark cloud, hiding

six of its bright red eyes.

The blue around the brother

sign, sighs out, in, cascades,

segments, inverts, reverses,

rolls out, blue as an acid drop.

Umbrellas Day: The spoke’n world

Clear plastic, odd florals, patterns, solid

colours, checks, one royal satin red, bring along

their cargo of jeans, suits and gumboots, running

with rain, topped with bamboo, metal

or wood, a world of edged parabolas,

one clear with pink spots,

black for salary men.

I see the same umbrella twice –

good luck.

Myogadani Subway Station, Maramouchi Line

The embankment, concrete diamonds

edged with moss, slopes down

to the platform.

Theo’s eyes, flick, flick,

watching sleep coming,

he falls asleep, elbows

resting on knees, chin

resting on one palm, umbrella

held loose in the other, 

Coffee Shop selling vintage railway paraphernalia

Kyoto, on Shinmozen Dori, with my husband

drinking coffee from Noritake

cups matched to the beans,

a donut packet’s counsel –

Enjoy the rich taste

which

has been loved –

grows slowly more profound.

Seeded Hearts Club

After a little time the Stephanotis seeds blossomed into this shape.Viola!