Tokaido, 1850
Thatched pedestrians are hunched againsta driving rain. One shelters at an inn,
his cast-off cape a chrysalis.
A brazier below a leaky awning
hisses like a cage of snakes.
The bridge reruns its leap of faith
across the river, while the backdrop sports
a snowy peak abutting bamboo groves.
The woodblock master rests his gouge.
The picture is complete.
First published by ART in A SENSE.
See the publication here. Note: My
requests that they edit the poem, to
separate some of the words, were ignored.
