Recollection # 3
She was there in a hazy light of mezzanine floor,
Just one day before the curtain goes down.
Perhaps la passion concealed in a bit dubious amour,
Comme c’est beau! The milky white expression…
A ravishing blonde,
With simply black, yellow, white, and browns.
In the artist’s brushing exquisite but tender,
A mind blow got a catch in the throat so render,
Stumbling, I held my breath, “My god…
has she been waiting for somebody?”
Then, surprisingly, I felt my heart beat,
Recollecting our future that start ticking on the day.
ao
The exhibition of Leonard Foujita (1886-1968), Ueno, Tokyo |
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