Asakusa Samba Festival
the temple bell spices
up our steps
Asakusa Samba Festival
we dance too to
the temple chants
Asakusa Samba Festival
a flowery nakedness bursts
out of tight tokyo
Asakusa Samba Festival
the boy stares at the shadows
of the samba steps
Asakusa Samba Festival
the boy more interested
in the shadow dance
Asakusa Samba Festival
samba what a dance
for penguins
Asakusa Samba Festival
human penguins join the fun
with droopy forelimbs
Asakusa Samba Festival
helplessly manoevring their kimonos
old geishas
Asakusa Samba Festival
fanning the music
feathers of all colours
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