
The Japanese dusk
burns like Tennessee sunsets
in this neon moon

The Japanese dusk
burns like Tennessee sunsets
in this neon moon

The light of morning,
a dispassionate witness
reveals character

It is a still night
Our lanterns burning softly
to remember you

Painting in the blood
Hokusai’s cherry blossom
Katsushika Oi

The flash in the pan?
Sharaku flaunts tradition
blaze your own trail now

Western kosen-ga
Kiyochika who persevered
the last of his kind

Beautiful women,
Shadows of Yoshiwara
Kunisada’s light

Hokusai painting
nature in her purest forms
a gift to the world

Inari drinks sake
by the river in summer
drunk on gold laughter

Two men meet today
Buddha, Marcus Aurelius
the world is put right