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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