Cherry Blossoms

Today, we went to the Cherry Blossom Festival.

There were no cherry blossoms, though.

A million people went to take pictures of twirling puppets, dancing for a drunken father.

I didn’t know the dolls had a sad story.

Everyone clapped when the puppets stopped and the confetti sprinkled the sky.

I thought we would float down the river under a canopy of pink,

But one path led to another,

And we squashed ants on the sidewalk and ate rice balls on a stick.

We went into an old Japanese house built in the Edo Period.

The 1960s TV, refrigerator, couch, and organ surprised me.

We took off our shoes, and our feet froze.

We took pictures of ourselves playing the organ.

We walked up dozens of steps and peeked inside a temple.

All we saw were tables and chairs.

Emptiness.

 

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