If you stay at the large hotel near the Osaka
Shimbun offices overlooking Kyobashi Station
you will see me, politely uniformed
among rooms of dark wallpaper patterned
with birds fallen loose onto clouds as plums
onto grass.
I will be listening through an earpiece
to rain falling like white gloves being removed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice piece with subtle characterization. MM