They move, tranquil with a widow’s
Somber, precise, elegant gait.
Their feet gently pluck pavement
In two-heeled kiri-wood sandals
Exhibiting focus as if they are
Wrapped in silk kimonos for both sexes.
From a mossy bank by cool rivulet
Mysterious characters, indirect
When they’re approached to converse openly.
Profound, sympathetic, slanted eyes,
Gleam as if dipped in a puddle
Lightly like plucking a koto.
Grey Sparrow Journal 