JAPANESE LANTERN
Tea Garden balderdash amidst the lemon trees and
the California wedge, all those people - right there -
sitting around in their so-polite fenzy. Tea drinkers
to be drunk, tea-sippers to sip. I follow the carriage
with my eyes as it enters this scene. Mikado? Or
can it be? Something so close to that reality.
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She enters on little dog feet, tipping and tripping
along - the miraculous sash and that pursed little
mouth, the floral pattern bold on her cloak. I will
sit to say nothing at all, for I am not of this.
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Cartoon character I am not. Stoned to situation,
frozen into place, secure within an emanation, I am.
A hundred little colored lanterns, each one lit, rolling
both - up and down - this pleasant hillside.
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