Red Kimono

And she laid a pale wash,
translucent,
over the figures,
like a layer of time,
as behind her through the open
door I stood and watched.

How Japanese eyes could
transform the irretrievable instant
when white paper and line
become celebrations of a mountain,
a bird, clouds, a branch of blossom,
moths about a solitary lantern.

Turning to the light and with
gentle dancing hands she
invites me in to see the painting
but I have long since gone.



(29.09.09)


Published in Sr Citizen (Amargord ediciones, 2011)

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