Friday, October 17, 2014

Butsudan salon,
Kamidana kitchen,
Inari shrine,

all swept clean,


worn but loved,
still here, old and strong as,

walking after onzen,
the clan elderly.

An old man pushes family trash
in a wheelbarrow,
the debris of generations.

Weedless garden plots assure
stooping stays in the slim old bone.

Graceful age
in this tidy place.

Yet just outside

monsters of chaos.