
Nakamura Tsune (1923)
“the taste of first love” —
white and blue-spotted
bottles misting in the open chiller
of the kombini, serenaded by
cashier’s faint beeping,
plastic bags rustling
faintly, faintly, like leaves
the first posters were
bright stars in a lapis night
unrolling off the edge.
season of wishes, prismatic
sleeves wound fondly round
reeds, season for crossings,
for clasping hands atop
a bridge of shivering wings
said paper laid as runner
for pot of lilies, tall vase
holding two stalks of camelia
for which the sky is all mirror,
encrusted with first loves