Pretty lashes and prettier teeth
Foreign faces and fresh-cold rain
Bento-boxes of smoked sweet potatoes,
Home-bound memory train jolted in shock
Sake, my friend from a lifetime beyond,
Weaved a farewell note in his welcome song,
People pushers pack sardine metro crowds,
kitty pink bicycle stands brighten morning's maddening rush
Of crazy black and white crowds rushing right past history
When train doors close, like elevators, like friends from years,
They bow low in this land of the rising sun
What farewell notes, what welcome songs!
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