The child stirs
In the womb
In a breathless decent
down the narrow
stone steps of Gion
lined with sukiya chic
lacquer ware, Japanese fans,
cloisonné and metal work.
Sanctified by the incense
from Kiyomizu-dera
for easy delivery
the algid wind
from Higashiyama
surrenders to the wish
of the mother
in a swell of Kanji inspirations
on wooden tablets.
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