Laughing porcelain seas
a soft belly breeze
moist coffee clouds
filter a dirty night sky
a glass of champagne flowers
bloom lakeside
with polished, bubbly
perfume that tickles
the velvety-throated
shore, one muddy kiss more,
before collapsing
on the silty lake bed floor.
Tomikichiro Tokuriki – Biwa Lake at Night (in Blue)
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